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Casa

Idiots For Hire

Home

She waits at the home
To call him on the phone
She doesn't know where he's been all night
He's looking for a fight
He's drunk again, he stumbles in
He's looking to use her body too

She's sad again
The marks he left can't be hidden anymore
She feels so bad
But she'll love him until she dies
Whether it's by his hand
Or her own

Five weeks late
She didn't know it didn't hurt
She doesn't know what to say
So she starts to cry

She doesn't know where to go
She doesn't have a home
She doesn't know what to do with her life
The blood running down her leg
It's not from her heart, but the baby

Casa

Ella espera en casa
Para llamarlo por teléfono
No sabe dónde ha estado toda la noche
Él busca pelea
Está borracho de nuevo, entra tambaleándose
Busca usar su cuerpo también

Ella está triste de nuevo
Las marcas que dejó ya no pueden ocultarse
Se siente tan mal
Pero lo amará hasta que muera
Ya sea por su mano
O por la suya propia

Cinco semanas tarde
No sabía que no dolía
No sabe qué decir
Así que comienza a llorar

No sabe a dónde ir
No tiene un hogar
No sabe qué hacer con su vida
La sangre corriendo por su pierna
No es de su corazón, sino del bebé

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