Hard times, shadow of a street light , dark eyes, stealing to survive
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God knows, with a pocket full of hope she goes¡¦
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Young life, closing all around her, she¡¯ll be twelve, somewhere ¡®round June
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No chance, for a child growing up too soon
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And she never felt love from someone, never had love before
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Just another cry of desperation, that no one stands up for
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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She¡¯s not the only one, who lives a life in misery
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
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No mother, no father, she calls for angels, but the angels cry
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No chance, I guess that she was born to loose
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yeah¡¦.
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And she never felt love from someone, never had love before
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Can we ever stop the tears from falling, so she won¡¯t cry no more
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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She¡¯s not the only one, who lives a life in misery
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Janie¡¯s on her own
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All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
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And she never felt love from someone, oh never had love before
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Just another cry of desperation, that no one stands up for
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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She¡¯s not the only one, who lives a life in misery
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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But she keeps holding¡¯ on, it¡¯s not how it was meant to be
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Janie¡¯s on her own
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All she can do is run, that seems to be her destiny
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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Janie¡¯s not alone
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First Time In A Long Time
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| Gotthard |
