| This story’s a sad one, the sort that you hear all the time
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| But this time I’ll bore you with details and open your mind
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| It’s the tale of a young girl who once was the talk of the town
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| The first time I saw her, the skin was so thin on her bones
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| Her eyes they were lost on that street though she called it her home
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| So I thought, can I save her, can I get her out harms way?
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| And she looked at me with those eyes, so what could I say?
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| So I said what’s your name and she said your all the same
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| So I said don’t act so strange, I only asked your name
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| The stars in the night sky, she’d seen only once in her life
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| But stars over girls parts on coldcut she sees every night
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| She said somewhere in my tattooed jungle you will find my mum
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| But she will disown me, should she ever learn what I’ve done
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| And she said what became of my promised fame
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| All I got was shame and she said we’re all to blame
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| And then her eyes said don’t you leave me standing on my own
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| Can’t you see that the street side is my home
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| I’m held by men at night but still I’m cold
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| I’m so lonely but you know I’m not alone
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| I’m not alone, I’m not alone
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| She had hair like a willow tree, choked at the side of the road
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| Cardboard boxes for pillows, she weeps as she reaps what she sows
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| So I asked her if one day she mind joining me in my grave
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| You know like the big ones you see with the family name
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| But she said all she’d ever been was a hoar and a slave
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| And she didn’t know if she had any soul left to save
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| And she said why’d you care, so I said because I did
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| Ever since I saw you standing there, well, I couldn’t help but stare
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| And then her eyes said, don’t you leave me standing on my own
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| Can’t you see that the street side is my home
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| I’m held by men at night but still I’m cold
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| I’m so lonely but you know I’m not alone
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| I’m not alone, I’m not alone
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| She must of had the most lonely face I’ve ever known
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| Yeah, she must of had the most lonely face I’ve ever known
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| Well, I tried to hold on but my grip it just was not that strong
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| I can still see her eyes as she fell and she fell for so long
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| If ever see her, I hope you succeed where I failed
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| I cried for the cruelty of kings cross the day she derailed
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| Oh, somebody please, can you save her and take her away?
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| You know London will kill her, you can’t let the smoke have its way |