She ran through the night
toward her past a dim light in a black hole
when the only true love she had is gone
she washes the blood away with dirty water
only a dial tone on the end of the phone
a muffled sound underneath her tears
be strong young one
flowers can grow from bloody water
look at your glowing chocalate skin
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