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Took her pills and her magazines
Left her lying in her misery
He was locked up in his room
Colored pinwheels as the sirens wine down the avenue

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Think about it once
Take your time don't fuss
What you got to lose
Everybody choose

Think about it once
Take your time, don't fuss

All the dog-eared pages on your shell
You never talk except about yourself
All the red eyes in the room
Tried to rearrange your world for you

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Think about it once
What you got to lose

As he pulled his pad and scribbled "suicide"
the county coroner, he shook his head from side to side
He was a little less than pleased
Very pale and very tired
The toil of love had brought them to their knees

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