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She was only seventeen, and forced to blame it on herself, as she hides a way to tame the pain she feels, |
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She was thrown into a scene, a drunken man without a will, |
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And the God that makes mistakes and still pretends, |
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And I'll be strong |
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And I will sing |
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And I will take your pain away |
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And I'll be strong |
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And I will sing |
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And I will take your pain away |
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She was only trying to breathe, |
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Her broken nails had sliced his skin, |
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As he bruised her face she fades away again, |
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When she came to at the scene, |
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A fevered will, |
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And a match in hand |
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As she watched the flame |
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She felt alive again |
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And I'll be strong |
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And I will sing |
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And I will take your pain away |
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And I'll be strong |
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And I will sing |
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And I will take your pain away |
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Can you feel |
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Can you feel |
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Can you feel |
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Can you feel |
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And I'll be strong |
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And I will sing |
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And I will take your pain away |
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And I'll be strong |
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And I will sing |
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And I will take your pain away |
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Can you feel |
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Can you feel |
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Can you feel |
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Can you feel |
