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A mother of three
 A woman buried somewhere underneath
 Sings a sad lullaby forever burned inside their minds
 Her nights are diseased another one full of whiskey
 And men
 To uphold her complacency
 As she's down on her praying hands and crying out
 With her key in hands she opens where her real nigth
 Begins
 Who could have known that he had pushed the pain this
 Far
 With a gun and venom in his veins he screamed, "try
 Your best"
 Save her kids, give her life; rip open his wrongs that
 Will never be set right
 As she's down on her praying hands and knees crying
 Out
 Her daughter pleads, "daddy don't"
 With an itchy trigger
 He focused on her instead, straight to her head
 Shooting straight to her heart
 How will this horror end
 Face down she holds her head
 If she had to relive this could she do it again