| Her people didn’t have much going
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| She was 15 years old
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| And her eyes were on fire
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| Burning straight from her soul
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| Her boots and her movies
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| Man, she was into her bong
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| And no one really knew her
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| She felt confused and alone
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| If anyone would have asked her
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| She would have liked to have said
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| «All I ever wanted was to be on your side
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| All I ever wanted was to be with you
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| All I ever wanted was to be on your side
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| All I ever wanted was to feel»
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| Since those times with her stepdad
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| She’s been a victim of sex
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| Her family was gone now
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| It was all she had left
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| «Wasn't I good enough for you?
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| Wasn’t I sweet enough
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| Wasn’t I pretty enough
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| Why didn’t you ever want me?»
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| Now those eyes once so hungry
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| Are just holes she can’t seem to fill
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| And what she learned from her mama
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| Has long lost it’s thrill
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| And in the distance there’s thunder
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| Running over the sky
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| Man, she’d like to feel that
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| If she wasn’t so down and tired |