Battered Wife
My back is up against the wall,
I walk on ice afraid I'll fall...
I cannot laugh,
I cannot cry,
I think this time,
I'm going to die....
A battered wife,
has no life...
A brainwashed clone,
to kneel at his throne...
to do what has to be done,..
To save her face,
to save disgrace,
and to see the morning sun...
I walk on ice afraid I'll fall...
I cannot laugh,
I cannot cry,
I think this time,
I'm going to die....
A battered wife,
has no life...
A brainwashed clone,
to kneel at his throne...
to do what has to be done,..
To save her face,
to save disgrace,
and to see the morning sun...
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