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The Power Of Love
She
She sat in her room crying
Thinking about dying
Wondering what he'll think
She hasn't slept a wink
Ever since he said goodbye
She has planned to die
She pulls out a razor blade
Cries while the pain is made
She goes to her room, reaches under her bed
Finds the gun, and now she's dead.
He
He sat in his room
Knew she was thinking about her doom
Wondering if he made the right choice
Thinking he listened to the wrong voice
Ever since he said goodbye
He has felt this pain inside
The next day at school he hears the news
Runs by the girls as he hears their coos
He goes home, reaches under his bed
Finds the gun, and now he's dead.
They
They're reunited together
They're love as soft as a feather
They dance to their favorite song
They're happy, so now they can move along.
She sat in her room crying
Thinking about dying
Wondering what he'll think
She hasn't slept a wink
Ever since he said goodbye
She has planned to die
She pulls out a razor blade
Cries while the pain is made
She goes to her room, reaches under her bed
Finds the gun, and now she's dead.
He
He sat in his room
Knew she was thinking about her doom
Wondering if he made the right choice
Thinking he listened to the wrong voice
Ever since he said goodbye
He has felt this pain inside
The next day at school he hears the news
Runs by the girls as he hears their coos
He goes home, reaches under his bed
Finds the gun, and now he's dead.
They
They're reunited together
They're love as soft as a feather
They dance to their favorite song
They're happy, so now they can move along.
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