Hey little girl
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I¡¯m the voice in your head
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I¡¯m the portrait that hangs on the wall
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I¡¯m the treasure inside
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Down the alley she goes
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Hush
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An don¡¯t tell anyone for the road
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Take a biscuit and listen politely
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To what I¡¯m about to tell
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Down the alley she goes
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(She sings)
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Go precious queen
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You mean everything to mum and dad
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They¡¯ll be sad when you¡¯re gone
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But your target is higher
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Down the alley she goes
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Look at the stairs
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And whatever they mean
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It¡¯s a frightening thing to look up to
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But it is your task
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In the alley
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And then she walks
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On the telephone wire
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To have her little chat with God
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So far, so good
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I am your friend
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And if you get scared, just sing
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Lala lala lala
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One cannot make omelets without breaking eggs
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And the aimless are useless
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So go on and fight for your dreams
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In the alley
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Hey little girl,
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Are the voices still there?
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Do you hear them from nowhere?
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The set up was mean
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Filial piety in the alley
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She falls
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Her final way to heaven
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Telephone
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An Pierle |