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Every day she fears her life will endEvery time the call rings they are lateThey never come quite in time to see his fistLeave its mark on the side of her disgraceThey'll never charge him anyway and you know itSay we can't get involved todaySo where's the choice and who protects her nowBruised and battered the blood has stained her gownUseless screams for help can't save her nowChoices rendered the house is burning downNo one will ever understand cause they don't have to feel his crushing handsAnd the ears that ignored her screams before are now wondering what she did it forBut with a bottle of kerosene she found her freedomAnd then burned the bastard to the ground and ranThe fire will now wash away the blood on her white wedding dress From Letras Mania