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A girl once lived in a basement |
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Stuck in her own entrapment |
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Living off scraps and presents |
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Scraping away at her patience |
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If she squinted just right |
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She could see some daylight |
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And what a delight it would be |
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To be outside |
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Just playing all day |
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And laughing away |
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Oh, what a delight it would be |
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A girl once lived in a basement |
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Self-imprisoned in darkness |
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Waiting for horse and carriage |
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To whisk her away from this sadness |
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If she wished really hard |
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And sang out real loud |
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Then some passerby's bound to pass |
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And hear the sound |
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But nobody cares |
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'Cause no one's out there |
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So she'll sing a song 'til she's dead |