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[title] => Drunk Promises
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[bodytext] => Hearin’ the screams, listenin’ to the cries I wanna reach out and touch you, Hold you tight Early mornin’ tells the tale of last night’s story A black eye and a bloody lip. Just tryin’ to forget. The bottle’s layin’ empty on the table And there’s a piece of shattered glass on the floor Baby’s cryin’ and mom’s hidin’ Daddy’s gone to work, gotta make a dime Gotta feed the thirst, the bottle’s callin’ his name. It’s the middle of the day and there’s a man at the door He’s got a bouquet of flowers, he says it’s for her. There’s a card that’s got her name on it, its from him He says he’s sorry, and please forgive me. Well promises can be broken, and bruises fade. He’s home and there’s a bottle in his hand and A sway to his walk and he’s yellin’ for her. It didn’t take much cause she’s on the floor Barley breathin’ and prayin’ that this isn’t the end. Well fate plays a cruel hand cause The baby’s cryin’ and she’s not movin’ anymore There’s glass on the floor, and he’s not there There’s a man at the corner that’s sayin’ nothings gonna be alright And heaven’s got another angel, but he can still hear the babies cryin’ And mom’s still screamin’ and tonight’s another night and flowers are gonna wilt. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 261 [topic] => 43 [informant] => s_u_n_a_n_g_e_l_85 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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