| She wore a beautiful dress to her own death
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| And everyone agreed it was tasteful
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| She had declined to meet their eyes
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| For at this point she was unable
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| She held her breath where the water met her steps
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| Steeled herself for the journey
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| Fantasized for years that there’d be no tears
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| For them all she was in no freakin' hurry
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| Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
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| Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
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| Gracefully she mimicked dreams
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| Played out each and every scene
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| Cancelled the paper while making tea that morning
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| With every obligation met she climbed the steps and into that dress
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| She hit her marks and the exit planned was glory
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| Her mindset was elaborate
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| No need for a jacket, stimulant, depressant, or placebo
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| She’d been alone for years with the grinding of the gears
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| Waiting for the pull of the ocean
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| Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
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| Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
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| She’s going down without a sound, without a sound
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| She wore a beautiful dress to her own death
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| From the rocks to the beach into the ocean
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| Coast guard said it’s the strangest thing
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| She seemed to grimace, then to wink
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| But I knew it was a smile that had frozen
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| Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
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| Without a sound, without a sound, without a sound
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| She’s going down without a sound, without a sound, without a sound |