| The walls are thin, the voices echo through her silent room
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| A door slams shut, the shouting follows soon
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| Those deafening familiar screams
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| Alcoholic haze, lipstick trace a place where lights are low
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| While mother can’t pretend she doesn’t know
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| Hearing all the retread lies
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| Banning all the reasons why
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| Bloody mary, can’t find her way home
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| Bloody mary, can’t do what she’s told
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| Bloody mary, always on hold
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| Something’s going on around here
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| It’s just not clear…
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| Run away, no one cares if you live or why
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| Lie on your back and watch the virgin die
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| Daddy’s little girl is gone forever more
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| Banging on a stone cold door
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| Bloody mary, can’t find her way home
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| Bloody mary, can’t do what she’s told
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| Bloody mary, always on hold
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| Something’s going on around here
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| It’s just not clear…
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| Razor blades, cut deep into the wrist of emptiness
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| In a suicidal rage of attentions missed
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| No one knew you didn’t know yourself
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| Still no one heard your cry for help
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| Bloody mary, can’t find her way home
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| Bloody mary, can’t do what she’s told
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| Bloody mary, always on hold
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| Something’s going on around here
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| Bloody mary, we didn’t want you anyway
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| Bloody mary, we didn’t ever know what to say
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| Bloody mary, won’t you please go away
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| Something’s going on around here
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| Something’s going on around here
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| Something’s going on around here… |