I think somebody died tonight
Somebody bright
And mighty
And flighty
And free
But they can't see
They can't see the truth
The ugly truth
Of the uncouth
And dirty Brute
That stole her youth
They can't see the scars
That mar
Her body and heart
While she dances on tables
At sketchy bars
While she's smiling
And laughing
And twirling
And whirling
To hide that she's hurting
They can't see her tears
Or feel her pain
Or hear her cries
Underneath the lies
Behind the smiles
Blood on the tiles
I think somebody died tonight
Somebody bright
And mighty
And flighty
And free
Somebody died
I think it was me
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