| Ginny and Molly were two sisters, born in a back country lane
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| They both are up poor, livin' on the wrong side of the tracks
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| To stay in that town was the downfall of both, Ginny finally got away
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| Molly got married and settled down with two kids in a shack
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| Hard times came down on Molly, when the old man went away
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| She tried to work and raise her kids at the same time
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| Ginny came back and tried to help her, but Molly refused out of spite
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| A fight began between them, and Molly stabbed Ginny with a knife
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| Silent (silent) fury
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| Molly’s feelin' burned, just like a well fire
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| Silent (silent) fury
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| But Ginny couldn’t help save their lives
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| She’s her own victim, yeah yeah
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| She’s her own victim, yeah yeah yeah
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| Trying to get away, from hard looks and people
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| Trying to get away, she gave herself up cryin' no-no-no
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| Nine years was Molly’s sentence, lucky it wasn’t her life
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| But crimes of passion are so hard to justify
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| Molly grew hard and bitter inside, both the kids had moved away
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| She had nothin' to hope for but her good luck and her better days
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| Silent (silent) fury
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| Molly’s feelin' burned, just like a well fire
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| Silent (silent) fury
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| But Ginny couldn’t help save their lives
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| She’s her own victim, yeah yeah
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| She’s her own victim, yeah yeah yeah
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| She’s her own victim, yeah yeah
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| She’s her own victim, yeah yeah |