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

So burned all her belongings
To loneliness when night falls
And the room they used to in
there blushing from the naked walls
And every dress thrown into fire
He would want her more than he did
And with ruby lipstick
He trapped in his own guilt.

So he an awkward letter
From the of his fragile heart;
See, I never I loved you
But the tore me apart
your death in all it's glory
There's no time for me to
I remember a story
Of a man to grieve..