| Let the rain fall down upon her
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| She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild
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| People used to laugh at me when I was a little girl
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| I guess they didn’t understand
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| But when you’re young and all alone
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| You make up things for the things that are missing
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| Ooh, how I used to love to dress up in my Mother’s clothes
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| It made me feel like somebody
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| I’d pretend I was the prettiest girl at the dance
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| And all the boys loved me
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| And I was gonna be a big success
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| But of course I never got that dress for my very own
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| I didn’t do half the things I thought I’d do
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| But I guess the good part of my life is that I did find you
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| And you know
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| Now when I look into a little girl’s eyes
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| It’s like a mirror
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| And I remember, I remember
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| She’s faced the hardest times
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| You could imagine
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| And many times her eyes fought back the tears
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| And when her youthful world was about to fall in
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| Each time her little shoulders
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| Bore the weight of all her fears
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| And the sorrow no one hears
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| Still rings in midnight’s silence in, in her ears
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| Let her cry, she is a lady
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| Let her dream, she is a child
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| Let the rain fall down upon her
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| She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild
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| Be careful how you touch her
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| For she will wake up
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| And sleep’s the only freedom that she knows
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| And when you see life through her eyes
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| You won’t believe
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| The way she’s always paying
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| For a debt she never owes
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| And a silent wind still blows
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| That only she can hear, it’s all she knows
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| Let her cry, oh my, cause she’s a lady
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| Let her sing, sing, cause she is a child
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| Let the rain fall down upon her
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| She’s a sweet and gentle flower, growing wild
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| And if by chance you get to hold her
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| Hold her for a time
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| And with your new possession, what would you do
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| I would pick her up from the garden, to be mine
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| Each time her little shoulders
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| Bore the weight of all her fears
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| And the sorrow no one hears
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| Still rings in midnight’s silence in, in her ears
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| Let her cry for she’s a lady
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| Let her sing for she is a child
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| Let the rain fall down upon her
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| She’s a sweet and gentle flower, growing wild
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| And I feel the same
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| Just a sweet and gentle flower, growing wild
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| But no one’s to blame
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| Sweet and gentle flower
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| Growing wild |