| A warm summer sunrise
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| Her eyes met his
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| Love at first sight
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| Not what it seems
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| Love blossomed but ends suicide
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| His charm was like a spell
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| Disarmed, she follows to a cell
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| Oh burning love, oh loving hate
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| Cause' she doesn’t want this
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| But in this place there’s no escape
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| Our tragedy continues
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| With a beating and a rape
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| «Is this heaven, or is it hell?
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| I’m drowning in these sheets»
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| She thinks loves such a heavy
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| Burden do I sink
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| He sells her all night
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| From man after men
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| Locks the door, hides the key
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| Do you love me
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| He says yes
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| But his actions speak differently
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| She stripped of love
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| They buy her cheap
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| He lies, pockets the dime
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| Actions is the only thing that
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| Speaks in situations like these
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| You take so much
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| But give so little
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| «Never was a story of more woe
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| Than that of Juliet & her Romeo.»
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| He takes her downtown, buys her a red dress
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| Branded. |
| Walks the boulevard
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| Stranded, mascara’s all a mess
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| There’s no escape except in her dreams
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| So often she relives
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| The horror in her sleep
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| Business is good
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| Sex sells, Supply is cheap
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| Demand is high
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| And justice is blind
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| Scared, careless, or a lie
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| While these buyers and sellers
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| Live in a fool’s paradise
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| A single suicide, a true tragedy
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| Not how the story goes
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| Romeo watches with apathy
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| «These violent delights have violent ends
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| These violent delights have such violent ends.»
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| «Hello can you hear me?
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| My actions speak differently
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| «I'm sorry, really. |
| You’re worth
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| More than sex and money
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| I am no fool. |
| I know that means nothing to you»
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| My inactivity screams
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| My words are untrue |