She's been here so many times
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Before she can't remember
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When she last felt anything at all
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But this fear and anger
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She stares intently at the door,
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Listens for his footsteps
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She knows exactly what's in store
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And the knowing makes it worse
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When he calls her daddy's little girl,
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She doesn't hear him
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When he crushes her
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She can't feel - her screams are silent
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Hides in the corner of her mind
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Where she plays contently
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She leaves this nightmare far behind
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She escapes inside her dreams
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Floating high above her bed
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Staring at her father's head
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Wishing one of them were dead
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So this hell could finally end
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Sleep
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Stabbing Westward |