| There was once a mother who fell to deep
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| She left a little daughter for me to keep
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| She grew up to be a true princess of the street
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| A beauty caught by the ruthless destiny’s creeps, yeah
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| Now you can see her dancing
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| You can tell she’s beautiful
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| You can see her dancing with me
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| She is the fighter from the streets
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| Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet
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| Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat?
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| Or escape the needle and make me fall?
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| She grew up to The Operations price list hell
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| With no mother to protect or tell
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| That independence is much closer than you think
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| The way of the Lucy only offers life on the brink, yeah
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| Now you can see her dancing
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| Oh my god it’s beautiful
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| You can see her dancing with me
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| She is the fighter from the streets
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| Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet
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| Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat?
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| Or escape the needle and make me fall?
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| You will know when the time has come
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| When we will never see her again
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| To spread the joy where the streets are numb
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| And distract us
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| With a mood of a gorgeous smile she runs
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| Turns her back to a path
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| Where she was forced to run away
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| I can tell she is so beautiful
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| She is the fighter from the streets
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| Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet
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| Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat?
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| Or escape the needle and make me fall? |