| January, frozen winter day
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| Down by the bus stop dancing the cold away
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| Bitter wind, blowing the snow around
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| But she don’t notice she’s captured by the sound
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| Coming through headphones from far away
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| Songs that bring the light and sing the green of day
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| Sounds stream making her troubles seem
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| To be passing like a dream
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| Midnight, busy hospital floor
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| Worn down, don’t know how she will endure
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| Tomorrow morning at the grocery store
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| But for the children she would do all that and more
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| Home for a quick change of uniform
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| Time to kiss two cheeks and rush out the door
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| Manager uptight, the man ready to fight
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| He don’t know what she does it for
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| Ay!
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| Scarborough girl
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| Got a lilt in her talk
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| Swing in her walk
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| Saw her dancing by the stop
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| Scarborough girl
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| She’s so tired she could drop
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| But she won’t slow down
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| She’s afraid to stop
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| Scarborough girl
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| Got a lilt in her talk
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| Swing in her walk
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| Saw her dancing by the stop
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| She’s so tired she could drop
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| But she won’t slow down
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| She’s afraid to stop
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| Mother dear, whatever brought you here
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| To this place so far from all that you held dear
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| I know it was hard, you never let your worries show
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| Mother dear, you are so much stronger that you know
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| Scarborough girl
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| Scarborough girl
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| Scarborough girl
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| Scarborough girl |