| When the girl wants to walk, she starts walking,
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| And she falls when she stumbles, she has to get up because that's how she improves,
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| The girl keeps moving forward, the girl doesn't cry.
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| When in the garden another kid takes a toy from him,
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| He pushes her, pulls her hair and squeezes her,
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| And she does not interpret that invasive attitude,
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| The girl defends herself, the girl doesn't cry
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| When they laugh at her for not acting the same as other people,
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| For thinking differently and being open-minded,
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| And they despise what she values.
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| The girl ignores them the girl does not cry
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| I don't know if these words will go to the wind,
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| But I have heard the wind speak.
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| When she has no one near her and her pain doesn't let her think.
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| And if my eyes are not there to look for answers, she does not cry
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| When she's wrong, when with her limitations
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| she crashes, and they suffocate her,
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| She assumes the mistakes and sits up,
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| The girl learns from that, the girl doesn't cry
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| When she for love her heart aches
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| And a temptation clouds his reason,
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| And she discovers that there is no savior,
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| The girl becomes strong, the girl does not cry
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| when she falls apart
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| When her best friend betrays her, and she's disappointed,
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| And she feels that a part of her soul evaporates,
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| The girl will know if she forgives, the girl does not cry
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| I don't know if these words will go to the wind,
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| But I have heard the wind speak
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| When she has no one near her and the pain does not let her think
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| And if my eyes are not there to look for answers, she does not cry
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| When they propose something irregular,
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| When someone with her wants to go too far,
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| She does not give up the principles that she treasures.
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| The girl does not shut up nor does the girl cry
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| When she feels that she has no strength, that she is dying,
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| That nothing makes sense, and that nobody loves her,
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| The girl thinks of dad singing to him he doesn't cry,
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| The girl does not give up, nor does the girl cry
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| I don't know if these words will go to the wind,
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| But I have heard the wind speak
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| When she has no one near and the pain does not let her think
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| And if my eyes are not there to look for answers, she does not cry |