| 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 whats your name
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| And she said your all the same
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| So i said dont 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
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| Of my promised fame
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| All i got was shame
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| 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 streetside 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
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| 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
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| So i said because i did
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| Ever since i saw you standing there
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| 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 streetside 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
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| 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 suceed where i failed
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| I cried for the cutey 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 |