A little girl who just turned nine,
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Awakes to another fight,
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She covers her head,
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And closes her eyes.
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How could the neighbors not have heard,
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Done a thing or said a word,
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What was painfully clear,
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Too often occurred.
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The rumors started,
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when it all came to an end,
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they blamed it on the bottle and said he was a drinkin' man,
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Sometimes in the distance,
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you can still hear her cry,
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Breaking the silence,
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In the dead of the night.
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She walks softly down the hall,
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sees his shadow on the wall,
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Turns the corner,
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sees her mama fall.
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Daddy went too far this time,
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just about to cross that line,
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He never saw it comin',
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He thought he had that forty-five.
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The rumors started,
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when it all came to an end,
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they blamed it on the bottle and said he was a drinkin' man,
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sometimes in the distance,
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you can still hear her cry,
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breaking the silence,
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In the dead of the night.
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She didn't chose this life,
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she's a victim of circumstance,
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But she made a choice that night and took the law in her little hands.
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The rumors started,
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when it all came to an end,
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they blamed it on the bottle and said he was a drinkin' man,
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sometimes in the distance,
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you can still hear her cry,
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breaking the silence,
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in the dead of the night.
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Dead Of The Night
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Tammy Cochran |