Her heart beats fast
Out of sheer pain inside
Her face is left bruised
Just from speaking her mind
She keeps the lights low
Cuz the neighbors all know
There's a husband next door
Who's creating a widow
His first name is Russel
And his best friend's the bottle
He's a middle class man
With a hate for his father
And her name is Marcy
And she's such a darling
She wears her black eyes
Instead of fine jewelry
But she still loves him

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A little girl stands on the outskirts of town
She makes beautiful noise
But sticks to her frown
There's nothing around here
That's worth fighting for
She drinks till she's quiet
And falls to the floor
She's sorry she stands there
And regrets her birth
She's eager for love
But lacking of worth
The skies scream, "I hate you"
And the clouds bleed of shame
She sits there for hours
Playing the same song again
And no one listens
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