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She wasn't expecting anyone to hurt her |
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Least of all her daughter |
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She had always been a good mother |
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But her feet slipped in the mud |
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She took a walk with her daughter |
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And her feet slipped in the mud |
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She looked up at her betrayer |
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Running quickly through the trees |
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Please don't leave me here in the dirt |
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Please help me up |
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Reach to me your hand |
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Please help me up |
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She wasn't expecting anyone to hurt her |
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Then her feet slipped in the mud |
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Please don't leave me here in the dirt |
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Reach to me your hand |
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Help me clean these dirty wings |
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I am so terribly hurt |
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This makes me want to believe in heaven |
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And angels |
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For mothers |
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And hunchbacks |
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And wolves |
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Please let me believe that she's happy |
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And safe And warm |
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And smiling |
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Eating apples and the last piece of cake |
