She died in the living room
Blood covered walls from the bullet wounds
She only had a barrel to look up to
She only had a handle to hold on to
The tunnel to oblivion she terrified
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Gambling with life, luck not on her side
He's in the mirror whispering why don't you try?

He said
Pull the trigger angel (angel, angel)
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In them shadows you will stay close
Or spread your wings fly over the rainbow

She died in the living room
Her precious body was marked in [?}
She only had some demons she could speak to
Her ceiling was the only was to reach to
Man I wish I coulda helped her
I'll make the sun glow in the winter
Maybe one day I will meet her
Maybe one day I'll have to see her