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Pulling the trigger |
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A shot would fire then he'd wake |
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To red lips above him smeared |
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With scorn and stale restraint |
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She covered him with pity |
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Like a snake about to strike |
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And then pronounced him hopeless |
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When he wouldn't do as she would like |
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He's so sorry he can't feel remorse |
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He tries to keep the helpless ship on course |
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The blameless sky pales as a storm comes |
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Taking it by force |
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He's so sorry |
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Flashes of justice |
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After all she'd done for him |
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For the first time she was quiet |
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As he touched her moon pale skin |
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They found him hours later |
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He was talking to the gun |
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Saying father please forgive her |
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She has killed her only son |
