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She was so pretty, everyone said |
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The more so the pity that she was found dead |
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Now the flag only flies at fifty percent |
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In the school yard where she once went |
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Push 'em back, push 'em back |
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Way back, way back |
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B E A G G |
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R E S S I |
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V EAnd the death of a cheerleader |
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Takes me by surprise |
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How the death of a cheerleader |
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Can open eyes |
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Yellow carnations and roses galore |
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Were sent to the mother and placed by the door |
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And in the spot where her daughter had taken her life |
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Was a sweet sixteen photo on homecoming night |
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Push 'em back, push 'em back |
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Way back, way back |
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B E A G G |
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R E S S I |
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V EAnd the death of a cheerleader |
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Takes me by surprise |
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How the death of a cheerleader |
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Can open eyes |
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And it's sad that she had to die |
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To open eyes |
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Nobody doubted her future was vast |
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Nobody noticed she grew up so fast |
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It's a shame that her future's a thing of the past |
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Tomorrow's the funeral you know |
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L E T S G |
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