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Annabel Lee
She liked it to a hammer on the soul
When I asked her why, with a smile in her eye
She said, “When you know, you know”
When I was seventeen I went to Rome
I searched the ruins and the catacombs
The beauty took my breath, but I’ve got to admit
Not my mother’s hammer
I loved a man who never loved himself
I left him, then I drank myself to hell
I woke up with a stranger in a mansion by the sea
Not my mother’s hammer
Years later, I stood up and dusted off
It took a while to nurse me back to health
Harnessing my power, a king in her new tower
Still not my mother’s hammer
My friend decided she would take her life
She spent her days here suffering in pain
Her daughters left alone, they etched her name in stone
Losing faith in mother’s hammer
The day she died you came to my front door
Bearing all the comforts I adore
You sat with me in bed, and that’s the moment when
I first felt mother’s hammer
I felt it echo through my bloody bones
I felt it flood the spaces in between
I felt you take my jaw, and kiss my lips so raw
I felt my mother’s hammer hitting me
My mother warned me love would knock me out
She liked it to a hammer on the soul
The children in me fight, goddamn she’s always right
I found my mother’s hammer
