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Going out each day to score
she was no whore but for me
celebrating every day
the way she thought it should be.
And now I donÕt know what to do
now pink has turned to blue
She was always by my side
and never tried to leave
standing up for me
and like a tree for what she believed
No more rope and too much dope
sheÕs lying on the bed
angels pacing
gently placing roses Ôround her head