| Sparing her teeth,
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| The curve of her smile is sharing the blame,
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| And what a relief it is to sign treaties over dinner at eight fifteen,
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| And he asked for the end of the world,
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| Cracking open the hearts of his girls,
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| And he asked for the end of a life,
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| When he battered the contracts his wife had adhered to for so many years,
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| And agreed to play prisoner for so many fears,
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| For herself and the children,
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| For swelling up inside,
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| The armor will fall,
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| He is breaching defenses with his stories of better times,
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| To try and recall,
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| Tears that had salted the wounds that he left inside her mind,
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| And he asked for the end of the world,
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| Cracking open the hearts of his girls,
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| And he asked for the end of a life,
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| When he begged for forgiveness despite.
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| All the reasons she could have denied,
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| His request for a daughter and god knows she tried,
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| But he broke down inside and settled his lies,
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| While she fervently listened,
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| She knew she wasn’t right.
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| When all your photographs fade out,
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| I’ll be the one who takes them down,
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| And the apologies you choose,
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| The only memories of you,
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| When all your photographs fade out,
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| I’ll be the one who takes them down,
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| And the apologies you choose,
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| The only memories of you,
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| And he asked for the end of the world,
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| Cracking open the hearts of his girls,
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| And he asked for the end of a life,
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| When he swept all the sorrow inside. |