Inna came from Mexico
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She tried to find a job
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Figured she¡¯d work on rich girls¡¯ nails
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That couldn¡¯t be so hard
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Inna¡¯s got a twelve year old
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And she dies inside
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She can¡¯t clear the picture from her eyes
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Of leaving that little girl behind
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But she¡¯s gonna find a daddy here
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And her girl¡¯s gonna come here too
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But just like every other dream so far
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She knows that one probably won¡¯t come true
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And you can see it in her smile looking at her eyes
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Yeah that¡¯s right, she keeps her smile when she¡¯s about to cry
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I think she knows the truth but she whispers faith
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Inna¡¯s friends back home think she¡¯s got it made
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Every week she sends some money home
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Says things here are going well
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She doesn¡¯t let the tears touch the page
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And stain the letter all to hell
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I met Inna at a grocery store
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We were waiting in line
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I asked her who the Barbie doll was for
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You¡¯d thought that I had asked her who died
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I started to apologize
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I was just trying to kill some time
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I still can¡¯t keep Inna from my mind
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But I will never look behind
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¡®Cause I can see it in her smile looking at her eyes
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Yeah that¡¯s right, she keeps her smile when she¡¯s about to cry
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I think she knows the truth but she whispers faith
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Inna¡¯s friends back home ? they think she¡¯s got it made
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Inna From Mexico
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| Jack Ingram |
