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I see the scars from the madman's knife

Marks on your wrists wear he had you tied

You try and tell me it doesn't mean a thing

I Hear the sad songs your left to sing

You thought you could take it day after day

You're blessed to still be able to walk away

Your mother told you they were dirty old men

They say if you don't play you can't win

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You want love You need love

Your Love on the Mountaintain

His hands were folded as if to pray

But he never had any words to say

He walked beside you then left you alone

To face the fear he places in your soul

Prodical Girl, come in out of the cold

Rest your feet before you explode

Prodical girl I know you hurt

I know what they stole