| In a very beautiful city
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| Stands a very beautiful girl
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| As you were running towards your departure gate
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| She was running away from the world
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| They said they’d change her fortunes
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| Not the colour of her hair
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| As though they come unto her window
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| Not to ask for directions
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| And where have all the family men gone?
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| And now she’ll never trust no-one
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| She probably came from the suburbs
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| Of some forgotten town
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| Desperate and destitute
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| And naive she was found
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| A single bedroom apartment
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| With a single window view
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| It’s right upon the riverside
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| Where the streets are rarely silent
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| And where have all the family men gone?
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| And now she’ll never trust no-one
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| But she’s somebody’s daughter just like you are somebody’s son
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| And if you knew the truth would it help you to put down the gun?
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| In a very beautiful city
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| Stands a very beautiful girl
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| As you were running towards your departure gate
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| She was running away from the world |