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Waltz For Jaded Lovers
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Good times they come, good times they go
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Sometimes theres blue sky's and sometimes theres snow
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You are my sun, I am your rain
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You are my happiness and I am your pain
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God damn you she cried, with tears in her eye's
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I hate your guts, go on get out of here
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It was a mess, she spilled gin on her dress
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Which was soiled with the failure of her years
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Her eye's were red and puffy, and the kids began to cry
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They had seen this kind of sordid mess before
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Hysterical and lonely, and bitter with the years
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She now blocked my exit from the door
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And I stood like a rock
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I tried not to talk
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I know life, goes on
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I hate you, you bastard, I wish you were dead
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The venom in her eye's was like a snake
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I said you drunken pig, you better get the hell out of my way
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I don't remember feelin such hate
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She ran in to the bathroom, she slammed the door with force
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Her eye's looked like they were gonna bug right out of her head
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I knocked down the door, I seen her lyin on the tile
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She was grinin up at me, she was dead
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She lay on the floor, a puddle of blood
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A rusty razor lay by her side
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The kids were screaming, MAMMA
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I thought I was dreamin
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She gone and committed suicide
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And I stood like a rock
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Tried not to talk
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I know life, goes on
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Well the cop's come in, and took the body away
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Said the two little kids would become wards of the state
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I walked down those garbage littered stairs
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Not looking back, but tomorrow man I'll get myself straight
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And I stand like a rock
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I aint gonna talk
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I know life, goes on
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And I stand like a rock
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I aint gonna talk
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I know life, goes on
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Waltz For Jaded Lovers
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| Simon Stokes |
