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I don't remember much about that night But I'm pretty sure it rained the day I died I think it rained, I think it rained I'm pretty sure it rained the day I died
You and I were always closest friends It's women that make enemies of men A pretty face, a pretty face A pretty face would one day do me in
Her eyes were like the winter where she goes Holding secrets only winter knows And winter knows, winter knows The winter seen the wolves in women's clothes
She came to me in middle afternoon We held each other close the whole night through Love was blind, love was blind I never saw her let you in the room
Someone always wins and then they write a book I sing my defense, fingering a different crook
A gunshot was the only word you said And all of my defenses came out red Love is red, love is red She left with you, you left me lying dead
So I watched her as you put me in the dirt She had my wallet tucked inside her skirt And I went numb, I went numb So I'm not dead if what you did don't hurt
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