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I remember a story
Of a woman to death
She up her kids and husband
Said I won't come home
And I won't come home
No I come on Saturday
And I get there on Christmas
No I come on Mother's day.

So burned all her belongings
To kill loneliness night falls
And the they used to sleep in
Stood there from the naked walls
And with every dress thrown fire
He would her more than he ever did
And with ruby lipstick
He felt in his own guilt.

So he an awkward letter
From the bottom of his heart;
See, I never thought I you
But the tore me apart
With your in all it's glory
no time for me to live
I remember there's a
Of a man to grieve..