She's got too many troubles on her mind.
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Her father told her to leave, this was too much trauma.
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For a poor widower's soul she was a child
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She was once happy before she buried him beneath the sand
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You can't save her now,
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She's going to the guillotine
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You can't save her now
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You can't save her now,
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She's going to the guillotine
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You can't save her now
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I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child
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But it wasn't mine.
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I doubt this fairytale will put me back to sleep,
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To put me back to sleep
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But what the hell...
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I opened the bathroom door
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And there on the floor wrapped in towels was a small child
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So they say she was bearing a child when
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She was put to death but now
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My imagination's going too far.
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[?]
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So I went to a man in white he said,
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"Come to the south, you find redemption there"
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Why the south I don't know why
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But you must trust me...
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To my former self
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This is my scrapbook
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I'll paint my walls you'll see me there
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I've seen a masterpiece covered in blood
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He's a ghost a broken dream,
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Access my mind make me a believer,
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I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child
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But it wasn't mine.
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I doubt this fairytale will put me back to sleep,
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To put me back to sleep
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But what the hell...
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'Cause the four horsemen of the apocalypse are coming
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And they are not bringing flowers
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'Cause the four horsemen of the apocalypse are coming
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And they are not bringing flowers
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Keep me awake, you'll find we have something in common
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Keep me awake, you'll find we have something in common
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Yes sir
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Therapy Caravan Of The Fair Room
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Memphis May Fire |