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Skies open, Azalee was on her back. |
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Watching, lying in a sea of glass. |
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And she'll never be an adult, not even a teen. |
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And she knew it. |
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It took all her will to face it. |
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Your wounds will never mend. |
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After all of that she needed was some sympathy. |
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And you fought yourself all life long. |
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But what can be done. |
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When life behates you with cruelty and violence, |
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And you were just a child. |
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When you are all alone. x2 |
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All she needed was a secrecy. |
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I heard she'll walk with angels. |
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As she became as one, with the sky. |
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Until the blackness over came. |
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She is earning her back way, |
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The little smile on her face. |
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Her eyes forever open to the sun and sky. |
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And you fought yourself all life long. |
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But what can be done. |
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When life behates you with cruelty and violence, |
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And you are just a child. |
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When you are all alone. x2 |
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Azalee, what have you done? x2 |
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With a cruelty, violence and you were just a child. |
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Azalee, what have you done? |
