Early morning, she was already up The plants were watered, her bags were packed Without warning she gave him a slug Now her husband’s slaughtered with a 12 gauge whack Stranglehold of fear - It still won’t disappear It’s growing stronger - And still he’s watching her Again she’s leaving home - Again she’s all alone Again she knows exactly what to do Like with the others before This time around, yeah it’s kinda final Ride ’till you fall Then the shotgun divorce It’s her way out and she can’t
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