| Julie was a lonely girl
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| She said she was born that way
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| She always felt that way
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| She left home at age sixteen
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| Got a job that’s what you’re supposed to do
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| That’s what you’ve got to do
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| She fell in love and settled down
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| In a council place there on the edge of town
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| She’d feel alone in a crowded room
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| Cry when she heard a happy tune
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| It would be nice to holiday
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| Till they took her job away
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| They just took her life away
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| And doing nothing isn’t fun
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| When you’ve nothing from witch to run
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| Nowhere left to run
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| She’d visit the social every day
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| Every time be turned away
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| Every time be turned away
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| A hundred stairs to her new room
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| Over glass and blackened spoons
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| Children grow old so soon
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| Past the kids who gather there
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| Pain masked by narcotic stares
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| But no one really cares
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| Her dreams were cut up and bled dry
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| A million voices in her cry
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| Julie waits, her world is her window
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| And Julie hates, just what she doesn’t know
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| And Julie hates, she hates the world below
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| But Julie loves
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| She loves too much to know |