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It's Monday, it's raining, in the picture frame is my little girl |
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And I havn't got a friend in the world no, no, no |
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She died in the hands of the stone faced evil world |
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Dry your eyes and stop the baby crying, dry your eyes |
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Dry your eyes and stop your heart from dying |
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The passion inside me it burns through the walls |
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A face cracked and wrinkled |
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And tears flow wherever I go |
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And then the Ice melts into water |
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God only knows the feelings for my daughter |
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It's Tuesday, I'm still crying, I'm crying out for my little girl |
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And I haven't got a friend in the world no, no, no |
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I look at her possesions and Lord how it hurts, how it hurts |
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Dry your eyes and stop the baby crying, dry your eyes |
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Dry your eyes and stop your heart from dying |
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And if Wednesday and Thursday and Friday go through |
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The mourning has broken my heart is an imprint of you |
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And then the Ice melts into water |
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God only knows the feelings for my daughter |
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I haven't got a friend in the world |
