| It’s Monday, it’s raining, in the picture frame is my little girl
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| And I haven’t got a friend in the world no, no, no
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| She died in the hands of the stone faced evil world
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| Dry your eyes and stop the baby crying, dry your eyes
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| Dry your eyes and stop your heart from dying
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| The passion inside me it burns through the walls
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| A face cracked and wrinkled
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| And tears flow wherever I go
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| And then the ice melts into water
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| God only knows the feelings for my daughter
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| It’s Tuesday, I’m still crying, I’m crying out for my little girl
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| And I haven’t got a friend in the world no, no, no
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| I look at her possessions and Lord how it hurts, how it hurts
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| Dry your eyes and stop the baby crying, dry your eyes
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| Dry your eyes and stop your heart from dying
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| And if Wednesday and Thursday and Friday go through
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| The mourning has broken my heart is an imprint of you
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| And then the ice melts into water
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| God only knows the feelings for my daughter
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| I haven’t got a friend in the world |