| The alarm clock rung
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| Momma woke her out the bed
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| She’s gettin' dressed for school
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| Puttin' barrettes in her head
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| An honor roll student
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| Real smart is what they said
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| Every morning when she left
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| Mom would cook her grits and eggs
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| Pops worked two jobs
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| To bring in the bread
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| Momma stayed in the kitchen
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| And kept her well fed
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| Now here she go
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| Went to meet her friends
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| At the bus stop
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| On the avenue
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| That’s when the old Cadillac dropped
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| The man that was drivin'
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| Snatched her up around 8 o’clock
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| While her friends and the bus driver
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| Waitin' down the block
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| No one heard her screamin'
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| He turned the bass up a notch
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| She was tampered with
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| Second floor in an abandoned spot
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| No telephone around
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| So she couldn’t call the cops
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| He threw her in the bathroom
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| Made sure the door was locked
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| All she was thinkin'
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| «Why me?» |
| and «Will it stop?»
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| All she was thinkin'
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| «Why me?» |
| and «Will it stop?»
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| It’s a damn shame
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| It’s a damn shame (That someone)
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| That someone would want to mess with you
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| And you just can’t get them out your mind
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| Try to replace bad times with smiles
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| Let it out
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| Out right now
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| I know it’s hard to talk about
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| You gotta keep going on with your life
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| Letting it out (Don't you let it back away)
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| The school bell rung
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| For the first hour of school
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| Her teacher called her moms
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| Cuz she thinks she’s skippin' school
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| But if only they knew
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| What was really goin' on
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| She’s cryin' for your help
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| While y’all talkin' on the phone?
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| The teacher’s on the wrong subject
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| Sayin' that she think she grown
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| Somebody call the police
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| Damn callin' up Tyrone
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| So her mother filed a report on her own
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| This is the description that she gave what was known:
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| Fifteen
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| She was last seen
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| Standin' on the corner
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| Eatin' ice cream
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| At the bus stop
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| On 10th Street and Milly Ave
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| Just a few feet
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| From the spot
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| Where she stayed
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| Pimpin skirt
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| And french braids
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| Hundred-ten pounds
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| What she weighed
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| Eyes blue-grey
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| It’s a damn shame (That someone)
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| That someone would want to mess with you
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| And you just can’t get them out your mind
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| Try to replace bad times with smiles
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| Let it out
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| Out right now
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| I know it’s hard to talk about
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| You gotta keep going on with your life
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| Letting it out (Don't you let it back away)
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| Now back to the abandoned spot
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| Where she’s tryin' to pick the lock
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| So he threw her in his 'lac
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| Ridin' with the doors locked
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| Drove her through the woods
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| That was right around the block
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| Dropped her off at the hospital
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| In the parking lot
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| The school bell rung
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| For the end of her class
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| At the same time
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| She was runnin' in the flash
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| To go and call her mother
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| But her mother isn’t there
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| And when she finally seen her
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| Speculation filled the air
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| Her momma don’t believe her
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| She’s keeps callin' her tricks and whores
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| Sayin' I told you 'bout them older men before
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| Her father didn’t neither
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| Afraid to face the sticks and stones
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| And now she’s searchin' for the grace to carry on
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| It’s a damn shame
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| It’s a damn shame (That someone)
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| That someone would want to mess with you
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| And you just can’t get them out your mind
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| Try to replace bad times with smiles
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| Let it out
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| Out right now
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| I know it’s hard to talk about
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| You gotta keep going on with your life
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| Letting it out (Don't you let it back away)
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| I know it’s hard
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| But you should let it go
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| Life goes on and you should know
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| If you let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| You should let it go
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| I know you’ll make it
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| If you let it go
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| Life goes on and you should know
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| I know it’s hard
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| But you should let it go
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| Life goes on and you should know
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| If you let it go
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| Let it go |