(Ian Hunter)
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You don't look a day over ten so why be
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Do you have to pretend to be older than you are
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Beads and mirrors by your body
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And in some roadside bar you feel the pain
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Little Star
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Lost on a merry go round, on the game
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You can never be found cause you don't know who you are
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The reservation killed your nation
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And in some tourists car you feel the pain
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Little Star
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You know you know
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We grow and grow
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We never slow
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We always win
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And you feel lost
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And you feel crossed
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And you feel tossed
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Just like the wind
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Your father will have told you of the wind
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Bowed those fine heads that, once proud, roamed the plains
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They sought nothing to gain 'til our fathers civilised
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And broken hearted arrows roamed the skies
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Then you were born to feel the pain
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Little Star
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You know you know
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We grow and grow
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We never slow
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We always win
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And you feel lost
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And you feel crossed
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And you feel tossed
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Just like the wind
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You know you know
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We grow and grow
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We never slow
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We always win
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And you feel lost
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And you feel crossed
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And you feel tossed
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Just like the wind
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Your father will have told you of the wind
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The Ballad of Little Star
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| Ian Hunter |
