She hung herself out to dry
Didn't even say goodbye
She had enough of this world
An ugly death for a pretty girl
For you, for me
For all to see
For you, for me
For all to see
For you, for me
For all to see
For you, for me
For all to see
They buried her deep in the ground
Where she can't make a sound
She needed a friend, and there she lies
And no one cares, so no one cries
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