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How odd. Anyway, she died of brain cancer on Thursday, so I figured I'd re-post the Alkaline Trio song about her just for shits and giggles.
you're on your own, my little nightmare.
you cannot stay here: it's far too bright for you.
if they attack you, just lay there; play dead dear,
it's your only hope of pulling through.
and seconds, they seem like a lifetime, a dream;
recurring, a dream that can't come true.
and they'll pin it all on you, after all you've been put through.
"Sadie G. - she's crazy, see?"
that's what the white coats say.
and now, Ms. Susan A.,
you're losing every opportunity,
to put us all away.
now, run along, my little nightmare.
your job is done here. you've scared them all to death.
if they revive them, just sit there.
just smile, dear. make them thankful for every breath.
this sentence may seem like a lifetime of screams,
that's curdling the blood they found on you,
and your knives and clothing, too, Charlie's broken .22.
"Sadie G. - she's crazy, see?"
that's what the white coats say.
and now, Ms. Susan A.,
you're losing every opportunity.
well, they've found you, and they shipped you,
up the river the same way that you bound, and gagged,
you shot, then stabbed. you tried to set them free,
but they've thrown away the keys.
" HOW COULD IT NOT BE RIGHT IF IT IS DONE WITH LOVE?
I HAVE NO REMORSE FOR DOING WHAT WAS RIGHT FOR ME. "
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