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She's sitting on the bed And in her hands she holds the knife She's thinking about everything That's happened in her life She thinks about the pain And all the heartache she's gone through How no one would even miss her She's got nothing to lose And then a song comes on About how much her life is worth The lyrics say she's special Like no one else on earth She gets up off the bed And as she puts away the knife She sings the second verse from The song that saved her life
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