| In the shelter
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| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
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| I heard her crying out, «What is it all about?
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| I just don’t know, but I can’t go back home.»
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| Lonely princess
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| All the days out on your own are growing empty
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| Nothing is going well
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| If you could only tell them how you feel
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| They’re too real to understand
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| Too many trite expressions
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| Ending in forced rejections long ago
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| Too many innocent faces
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| Too many far out places something’s wrong
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| Let me tell you that something’s wrong
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| It’s been that way so long, and it’s a shame
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| On the street car
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| To the city where she knows that she might lose it all
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| Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time
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| And knowing well this could be her final fall
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| Past the boutique
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| Down the alley to the river, people pass her by
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| Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks
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| And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry
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| Too many small suggestions
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| Endin' in angry questions from her dad
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| Too many T.V. dinners
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| And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost
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| No one knows the trials she had
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| In the shelter
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| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming
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| I heard her crying out, «What is it all about?
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| I just don’t know, but I can’t go back home.»
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| Lord, I just don’t know, but I can’t go back home |