| When she fell in love with her first boy, she was only just thirteen
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| She never had another look, this one could buy her dreams
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| So she signed away her life at sixteen
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| The first kid came in just a year, a son, she called him John
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| A second, then a third came soon, now her youthful looks had gone
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| Tired of life and living at nineteen
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| No hope for what’s to come, just a few broken dreams
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| Each day seemed the same as the last
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| This feeling that life’s flashing past, what should she do?
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| In years still young in mind, so old she knew something must give
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| It’s easy to say 'Get out, get out!' |
| when there’s nowhere else to live
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| And no-one left to turn to, nowhere to go
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| And so she laboured on for years, each day the same as the last
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| Washing, ironing, cooking meals, for her the die was cast
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| Spent her time imprisoned on the ninth floor
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| And her old man never came home much anymore
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| «Where have they gone, all my dreams?
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| The hopes that I had at thirteen? |
| — I want to live …» |