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Walking home in her dirty clothes
She is the flower that no one knows
And the man her blue eyes hold
I can see it now, in the way they glow
She gave blood to him for me

The blade of the old man's knife
How he carved his twisted life
Through her young body in the hard, white light
And her eyes, they fell as black as night
She gave blood to him for me

Her little wrists
Her little hands
Black flowers land
Into her future child

I see my momma at 15
Dancing like a disco queen
I see my father, he was 43
And he held her down, saying, "Don't you scream."
She gave blood to him for me

Her little wrists
Her little hands
Black flowers land
Into her future
My mother
My mother
My mother

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