On a park bench sitting by a fallen pine
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She folds her bloody hands and sees the sign
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Saying
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All we are we are we are is All we are we are we are is sin
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All we are we are we are is All we are we are we are is sin
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On the corner of North Main and High
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The trains would shake the walls as they passed by The clamor of the steel rails would
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Drown her voice as she screamed in the night
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A smile would cross his empty face
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As he put that girl in her place again
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She shut down her last defenses
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She turned off her tattered senses
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And looked up to the sky with glassy eyes
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The pawnbroker’s stepdaughter
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Floats above the ground where she had stood
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The pawnbroker’s stepdaughter
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Made it right the one way she could
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She lift up her trembling hands
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The room was spinning like a carousel
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She felt her body spin around
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With crimson running to the ground before her
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The room turned silent, the train was gone
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The melting snow, the the crack of dawn was here
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This is how the story ends
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The same way that it all begins
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Cuz no one here forgives our sins on this world
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The pawnbroker’s stepdaughter
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Floats above the ground where she had stood
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The pawnbroker’s stepdaughter
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Made it right the one way she could
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All we are we are we are is All we are we are we are is sin
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All we are we are we are is All we are we are we are is sin
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All we are we are we are is All we are we are we are is All we are is sin |