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There was once a mother who fell too deep |
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She left a little daughter for me to keep |
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She grew up to be a true princess of the street |
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A beauty caught by the ruthless destiny's creeps yeah |
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Now you can see her dancing |
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You can tell she's beautiful |
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You can see her dancing with me |
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She is the fighter from the streets |
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Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet |
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Oh little princess will you suffer from defeat? |
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Or escape the needle and make me fall? |
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She grew up in The Operations pricelist hell |
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With no mother to protect or tell |
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That independence is much closer than you think |
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The way of the Lucy only offers life on the brink yeah |
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Now you can see her dancing |
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Oh my God it's beautiful |
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You can see her dancing with me |
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She is the fighter from the streets |
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Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet |
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Oh little princess will you suffer from defeat? |
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Or escape the needle and make me fall? |
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You will know when the time has come |
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When we will never see her again |
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To spread the joy where the streets are numb |
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And distract us |
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With a mood of a gorgeous smile she runs |
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Turns her back to a path where she was forced to run away |
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You will know when the time has come |
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But when it happens I won't see it |
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I won't see |
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I won't see |
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I can tell she is so beautiful |
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She is the fighter from the streets |
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Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet |
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Oh little princess will you suffer from defeat? |
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Or escape the needle and make me fall? |
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She is the fighter from the streets |
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Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet |
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Oh little princess will you suffer from defeat? |
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Or escape the needle and make me fall? |