| What if she twisted the truth to fit in
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| Hide all her scars where to begin there are so many
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| The tales of her life some are too deep cut with a knife
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| Some of them will never, never disappear just like the screams and the crying
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| she’ll hear
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| You could come to get her you could have
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| You could come to protect her you should have
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| Somehow she managed she’s still around
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| Every night she closes her eyes talks to the angels then cries
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| But no one came to take her away
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| Just the way it is, nothing will change always like this
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| Then she just gave up gave up trying, a part of her still she was hoping
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| You could come to get her you could have
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| You could come to protect her you should have
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| Somehow she managed she’s still around
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| You could come to guard her you could have
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| You could come to save her you should have
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| Somehow she managed she’s still around
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| Let’s make it easy
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| Let’s twist the truth
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| Sometimes it hurts too bad
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| For you to know
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| You could come to get her you could have
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| You could come to protect her you should have
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| Somehow she managed she’s still around
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| You could come to guard her you could have
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| You could come to save her you should have
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| Somehow she managed she’s still around |