With a drink in her hand
She will stop her car and then
Seal herself for good in the garage
She's never leaving
There were times to be sure
It was so pure you might choke
But it's too late in the garage
The falling ceiling
And all the walls will fade to black
Could she be thinking of another now?
Take my hand, pull me through
There's so much I left undone
But it's too late now in the garage
And all the walls will fade to black
Could she be thinking of another?
They found her car still running in the garage
She'd come so far to end her life
By the rusty mower and chicken wire
By the chicken wire and studded tire
By the rusty mower and chicken wire

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