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I feel sometimes |
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That she's not missed at all |
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I feel sometimes |
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That she's been left behind |
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I feel sometimes |
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That she's neglected |
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I feel this time |
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That she will rise |
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Why has her life been dismissed? |
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Somebody tell me |
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Why has her life been dismissed? |
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Cold December day, |
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I walk in well there, there she lay |
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Her skin was bare, the tears rolled down her face |
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They're tears of fear and death takes her place |
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And I am scared of |
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Why has her life been dismissed? |
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Somebody tell me |
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Why has her life been dismissed? |
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She needs more time |
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She needs more time |
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She needs more time |
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She needs more time |
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Today is not a good day, she left the life she lived |
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Today is not a good day, she left the life she's given |
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Today is not a good day, she left the life she lived |
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Today, today, today |
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Today is not a good day, she left the life she lived |
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Today is not a good day, she left the life she's given |
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Today is not a good day, she left the life she lived |
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TodayWhy has her life been dismissed? |
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Somebody tell me |
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Why has her life been dismissed? |
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Why walk away? |
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Why walk away? |
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Why walk away? |
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Why walk away? |
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Why walk away? |
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Why walk away? |
