| See the girl on the floor
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| As she’s watching the rain
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| Like sallow tracks of blood pouring down
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| Scattered over the floor
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| The sheets painted in black
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| Showing a fettered mouthless child
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| Her Mother’s gone shopping and she prays
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| For her Daddy not to come home
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| But for Jane’s prayers no god gives a damn
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| Her Daddy is back to play with Jane!
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| She closes her eyes to break away from the girl
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| Lying raped and abused on the ground
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| No use to commit herself to anyone
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| For who’d believe Jane
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| She feels hate for being treated this way
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| Is it her fault Daddy’s playing these games?
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| She tries in vain to think of something
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| She might have done wrong
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| Goodbye to Jane
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| Goodbye to Jane
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| Goodbye to Jane
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| See the girl on the floor
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| She can’t bear it no more:
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| Lewdy hands defiling her skin!
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| A life like that means not much to Jane
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| The belt 'round her neck gently takes her away!
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| He’s closing the door for she seems asleep:
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| Those sickening games won’t be played any more!
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| No-one could explain what happened to Jane
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| She was only one in a million girls…
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| Goodbye to Jane
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| Goodbye to Jane
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| Goodbye to Jane |