| Gaya’s crying, can’t you hear her crying
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| Like a whisper, oh so very soft and low
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| If you listen, underneath the status quo
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| Will she still be friends and once again
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| Pardon our ignorance?
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| Can we make ammends so near the end?
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| Is there no second chance?
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| No one hears when Gaya cries
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| No one cares to wonder why
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| Can’t they see the tears in Gaya’s eyes?
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| Gaya’s crying (yes she is)
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| Selfish children, greedy little children
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| Took her loving and gave her nothing in return
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| Like invaders, everything is slash and burn
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| Count up every face and every race
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| That we will never see
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| Count the human ache we can’t escape
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| The tears are for you and me As her lovely green eyes
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| Turn black
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| And her pretty blue dress
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| Turn black
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| And her gentle red lips
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| Turn black
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| Everything that she has
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| Turn black
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| And is it too late?
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| Turn back
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| Is it too late?
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| Turn back
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| Is it too late?
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| No facts of life, no birds and bees
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| Can’t see the forest, can’t see the trees
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| Oh pitiful capricious lies
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| That hide the tears in Gaya’s eyes |