They dragged her out by her hair.
Well I only saw them when they
moved through the stained glass light.
Their faces broke into colors and shapes
Their faces broke into colors and shapes
When they dragged her out through the doorway
I saw her face break too
into the same cracked colors that they wore.
Their patterns moved on her like restless tattoos
Pulled a blonde hair out of my comb and
all I remember of my baby's face
is moving colors and those jagged shapes
moving colors and those jagged shapes

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