| In the quiet morning
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| There was much despair
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| And in the hours that followed
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| No one could repair
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| That poor girl
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| Tossed by the tides of misfortune
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| Barely here to tell her tale
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| Rolled in on a sea of disaster
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| Rolled out on a mainline rail
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| She once walked right at my side
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| I’m sure she walked by you
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| Her striding steps could not deny
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| Torment from a child who knew
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| That in the quiet morning
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| There would be despair
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| And in the hours that followed
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| No one could repair
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| That poor girl
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| She cried out her song so loud
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| It was heard the whole world round
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| A symphony of violence
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| The great southwest unbound
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| La laa laa laa la la la laa laa
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| La laa laa laa la la laa laa
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| La laa laa laa la la la laa laa
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| La la la laa laa
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| La la la laa
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| In the quiet morning
|
| There was much despair
|
| And in the hours that followed
|
| No one could repair
|
| That poor girl
|
| Tossed by the tides of misfortune
|
| Barely here to tell her tale
|
| Rolled in on a sea of disaster
|
| Rolled out on a mainline rail |