he waits for a second |
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he twists her wrist until she can't think |
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she spits at the sky for a thousand years |
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looks |
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down |
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at the man, |
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he's lying there |
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his big easy sleep for the very last time |
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don't think he'll be waking up |
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again tonite. |
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he waits for... |
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she drags him down to the river's edge |
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the very same place where he took her |
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get me outta here. |
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this song was written by jillian about a woman who was driven to the edge by a man/boy/monster whose sexual persistence proves to be fatal, in his case. although jillian has not been raped of her virginity, she feels like she has been raped of her innocence through that situation in which she has been pushed and pushed to give herself, to the point where she would have gladly watched him take that last drink. instead, she took her stand, and despite the so-called strength of manhood, it certainly has its own achilles's heel, so-to-speak, and jillian is not afraid to exploit it, at any cost. |
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