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She was only seventeen
And forced to blame it on herself
As she hides away to tame the pain she feels
She was thrown to a scene
A drunken man without a will
And a god that makes mistakes
And still pretends

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She was only trying to breathe
Her broken nails had sliced his skin
As he bruised her face she fades away again
When she came to at the scene
A fevered wind and a match in hand
As she watched the flames she felt alive again