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There's a twelve gauge shotgun lyin on the floor |
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She's not sure that he's breathin anymore |
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Now she's sittin on the corner of her bed in her room |
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Siren's blarin they'll be there soon. |
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Now she's cryin with her head in her hands |
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Talkin so fast that they don't understand |
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Said he hit her that morning, he hit her that night |
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All she remembers was a flashin light |
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But he's never gonna hit her again, he's never gonna hit her again |
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You can be real sure of one thing friend, he'll never ever hit her again. |
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Well he caught her with a quick right cross |
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Didnt know the line he'd crossed |
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Now there's blood in her hair and blood on her clothes |
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Blood still runnin' from her nose |
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Well she went and found a box of shells |
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Gonna take him straight to hell |
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There were tears on her face when her eyes turned black |
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Didnt know a twelve gauge could kick like that |
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Chorus |
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There's a twelve gauge shotgun lyin on the floor |
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She's not sure that he's breahin anymore |
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Well they put her in the cop car, took her downtown |
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All of the neighbors standin around |
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And now she's cryin with her head in her hands |
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And talkin to fast that they dont understand |
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Said he hit her in the morning, he hit her that night |
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All she remembered was a flashing light |
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