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The blood glistens as the blade catches the moonlight
Tommorow this night will be just a memory
I sit on the edge of this bed one last time
Tommorow I'll be in Missouri
I cant get the feeling that its really over
Tommorow it might just sink in
Sliced through the neck of the one that I loved
Tommorow I'll wish I had'nt done it
Your boy got away before I could do him
Tommorow he'll get it like you
I think for right now I will sleep for a while
Tommorow it might be a dream
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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