She slept.
She never got it.
I took her head, she turned 47 today.
She didn't deserve it.
She didn't deserve me.
On that lonely street, she gave me.
I took her head.
I took her head.
Terrorists and killers do it all the time.
I didn't care who I killed.
Even my mother.
She still sleeps.
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