| Three quite calm nights went by
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| Merely the silence before a new tempest arrived
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| All hell breaks loose on night four
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| The children can now hear
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| How father is whipping their squealing mother
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| With his leather belt while she falls to the floor
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| The fear and tension is rising by the day
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| The boy falls asleep but his sister is kept awake
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| By having serious thoughts for the two of them to escape
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| Tick-tack! |
| It’s time to go!
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| For there’s a crow… Tick! |
| Tack… Ticking on her window
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| She has no explanation why she has a terrible feeling
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| That someone is going to die
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| Next morning they leave everything behind
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| They bring some clothes, water and bread
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| They run with fear
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| But without hesitation and regret
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| Without looking back
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| Darkness has fallen
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| Two children are afraid and lost in the night
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| They walk on an old road when a car appears
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| And they’re too slow to hide
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| Goddamn! |
| He found them!
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| Goddamn! |
| He found them!
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| Goddamn! |
| He found them…
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| His eyes glow like those of Satan himself!
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| He’s cursing, pounding, screaming!
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| Throws his son into the car
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| Hits his little daughter so hard!
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| Tell me the truth. |
| I know this was you
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| But no more, little whore
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| I’ll punish you like I’ve never done before
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| Goddamn! |
| Goddamn!
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| His eyes glow like those of Satan himself!
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| They get beaten, locked up and mistreated
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| There’s no place like home!
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| There’s no place like home!
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| And she opens her eyes after another brutal night
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| Weeping winds whining hopeless tones
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| And there’s no sunshine, it’s still dark outside
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| The living room is trashed
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| There are bloodstains and pieces of glass everywhere
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| Father still passed out on the couch
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| Where’s mother?
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| And why is there water dripping down the stairs?
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| She walks up the staircase and sees her little brother
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| Holding on to the doorpost of the bathroom
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| As if he had just seen a ghost
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| His body frozen, eyes wide open
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| He does not react to her voice
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| What’s wrong? |
| A tear rolls down his pale face
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| And then!
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| The sight of their dead mother
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| Floating in light red water flowing from the bathtub
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| She had left the water faucet open
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| Taken an overdose of pills and slit both her wrists
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| No! |
| She is dead! |
| She is dead! |
| Mother is dead!
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| No! |
| Mama, why? |
| Mother, goodbye…
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| Mommy, why? |
| Oh mother, goodbye…
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| When crows tick on windows
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| Oh, when crows tick on windows… |