A man stands in the doorway like a small child
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Angry fists
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She lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow
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And she stares at the moon
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He speaks to her all the words she's heard too many times before
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And pretty soon she just let's his voice fade away
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And she thinks
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This was a gradual steel frost
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That started with cold feet
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And ended with numb hearts
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This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is
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It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone
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But now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these
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Hands had
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Intended and still I cry in my sleep
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He always said I was too sensitive
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But I say
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(chorus)
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At least I never meant to make him cry
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At least I never meant to make him hurt that way
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Nooo I never meant to make him cry
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Never meant to make him hurt that way
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Yes it's true, I'm too senstive
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But he takes pleasure in my pain
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Yes it's true, I'm too senstive
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But he takes pleasure in my pain
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And the unheard hours they fly by
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She goes to the window
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She puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair
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He's already asleep
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By the time she
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Goes and lays herself back down.
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She thinks
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My god, what am I doing hear?
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My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes
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And I feel if I were to stay one more night here I'd die or explode
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Or worse yet just fade away
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There have been days so dark that I felt like august
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And that I soon too would turn to fall
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He always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much
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The world could kill me that way
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I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply always been this
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Inarticulate
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'Cause I say
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And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as though they
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Were the wings for her freedom
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She gets up and goes to the door
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It's a moment in which anything can happen
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Instead she gets out some clothing
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Puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping
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While she heads for the door
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