| Did you fight your evil demons
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| Or did you walk away in tears
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| Did you hold your head within your hands
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| After all those years?
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| Did you tell them of your story?
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| How you fought till you were done
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| At the end of the day when you’d had your say
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| Well, the big guns won
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| When you talked to me of glory
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| I know you held your banners high
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| But for all the good it did you
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| You made a grown man cry
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| And for those of us who loved you
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| And couldn’t bear to see the pain
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| When the lights went out inside you
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| Something died in vain
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| It was you against the world
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| With a wounded heart you’d try to be a woman
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| A fragile little bird
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| With the wings that wouldn’t fly
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| You denied yourself the childhood you deserved
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| It was you against the world
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| And you were just a little girl
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| Could you think about forgiveness
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| Could you find it in your heart
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| To release all the anger you feel
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| And make a brave new start
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| To forget about your battles
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| There’s no shame in your defeat
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| Love will only make you stronger
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| Make your life complete
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| And be that little girl
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| For soon enough you will become a woman
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| High above the world
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| So precious and so proud
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| Your wings soar through the cloud towards your freedom
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| But remember, mighty bird
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| When you were just a little girl
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| And it was you against the world |