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No one can hurt her now. |
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No one can use her, or give her pain. |
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No one can do the things, |
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Do the things the boys, and the men, they do. |
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There is no cold wind, that in it's spite, |
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Would chill her to the bone. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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There is no hand of fate, |
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That is never to late to crush her dreams. |
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There is no descending sorrow, |
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As the mirror looks back and tells no lies. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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There is no hate or fear for the liberator, |
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Who came with a kiss and a knife. |
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He came as and angel of love, |
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To lift her up, and set her free. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
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She's one of the dead now, |
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She's one of the dead now. |
