What if she twisted the truth to fit in
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Hide all her scars where to begin there are so many
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The tales of her life some are too deep cut with a knife
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Some of them will never, never disappear just like the screams and the crying she'll hear
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You could come to get her you could have
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You could come to protect her you should have
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Somehow she managed she's still around
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Every night she closes her eyes talks to the angels then cries
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But no one came to take her away
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Just the way it is, nothing will change always like this
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Then she just gave up gave up trying, a part of her still she was hoping
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You could come to get her you could have
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You could come to protect her you should have
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Somehow she managed she's still around
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You could come to guard her you could have
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You could come to save her you should have
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Somehow she managed she's still around
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Let's make it easy
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Let's twist the truth
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Sometimes it hurts too bad
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For you to know
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You could come to get her you could have
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You could come to protect her you should have
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Somehow she managed she's still around
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You could come to guard her you could have
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You could come to save her you should have
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Somehow she managed she's still around
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You Could Have
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| Lene Marlin |
