40 WATT

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Down the block

Someone was shot in their front yard

Blood soaking into the yellow grass

Blue porch bulb starting to sizzle out

Just as the cops pull onto the lawn

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My little girl was lying all fresh and clean

On Winnie-The-Pooh sheets

Waiting for her bedtime story

Sucking on a lock of her hair

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She is so used to the sirens 

She cannot hear them

She did not notice any change

As she walked past on her way to kindergarten

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Except the light was burnt out

Where they used to keep it on all day

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