| Lost in the night, out on the streets
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| And blown into the wind
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| She was just heading for trouble
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| When they got her downstairs
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| Cut by the lights, strands of her hair
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| Just tumble from her cheeks
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| She’s just another caucasion in a crime worn day
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| Inside her heart was breaking
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| No-one knew what she’d been through
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| Inside her mind’s escaping
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| To a world that no-one knew
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| Lost in the night, somebody said go easy on the girl
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| You’ll never get a confession
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| If you treat her that way
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| Two pairs of eyes shout at her face and late into the night
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| They heard a softer whisper saying
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| «let me go»
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| Inside her heart was breaking
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| No-one knew what she’d been through
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| Inside her mind’s escaping
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| To a world that no-one knew
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| Wendy sadd has flown away
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| Wendy found her freedom
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| No-one else could follow there
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| Not inside the world of wendy sadd
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| Somebody shouts, something is wrong and panick hits the room
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| They said she looked at the ceiling and the lights went out
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| Clutched in her hand
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| All they could find was a letter that she’d wrote
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| It said try and forgive them
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| For what they’ve done
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| Inside her heart was breaking
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| No-one knew what she’d been through
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| Inside her mind’s escaping
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| To a world that no-one knew
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| Wendy sadd has flown away
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| Wendy found her freedom
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| No-one else could follow there
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| Not inside the world of wendy sadd |