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Alkaline Trio Good Mourning Emma Emma appeared like an angel Emma fell like rain Into my lap, like a heart attack Like the lightning from her name I'm running dry of bad excuses Don't wanna lie or seem intrusive But time hasn't told me anything And neither has she A poinsetta in poison rain Twenty-two local rips of an injury Washed her down the drain With one silver bullet and two vicodin And two vicodin Emma woke up in darkness Suitcase already packed Wrote on the bag stand, signed in blood Sincerely never coming back A nightmare on my street the day she arrived The nightmarish household in which she died 'Cause it made her feel at home Somehow made me feel at home A poinsetta in poison rain Twenty-two local rips of an injury Washed her down the drain With one wooden stake through the heart And two vicodin A poinsetta in poison rain Twenty-two local rips of an injury Washed her down the drain With one silver bullet and two vicodin And we watched the sun fall crown On a city that sleeps in a world upside down A slow ticket straight out of town You went out with a bang when you took With you all my dreams underground With you all my dreams underground With you all my dreams underground With you all my dreams underground |
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