| © Hazel O`Connor
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| Did she wake up cold and alone
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| Hoping someone might phone
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| Did she crawl out of bed, scratch her head
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| Look in the mirror and think she was dead
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| Who will care? |
| Who will care?
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| Did she thrown on her clothes and
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| Walk slowly to the door
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| Go into town hoping to score
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| Did she find her a man who said he’d give her all he can
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| And when that’s not enough then life starts to get tough
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| Who will care? |
| Who will care?
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| Did she die in the cold
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| Was she scared to be old
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| Nobody knows where and old loner goes
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| At the end of the line
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| And on one grey day some children at play
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| Saw her dead body, thought it was funny
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| Oh look at that lady on the ground fast asleep
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| Nobody knew her so nobody weeps
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| Who will care? |
| Who will care?
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| Did she die in the cold
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| Was she scared to be old
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| Nobody knows where and old loner goes
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| At the end of the line
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| Did she? |
| Did she? |
| Who was she? |