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It had taken her a long time |
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Suddenly back on its own |
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To sit, friendless & alone |
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She is friendless and alone |
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I'm a vixen on its own |
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The triple gang & the throng |
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Did not feel helpless or alone |
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The vixen got no friends |
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She needs a poison pen |
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Even in switzerland |
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The people cry "vixen" |
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Silver cross, all alone |
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The bird had flown |
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With their omen they'll fly |
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Had flown, silver cross |
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All alone |
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(so millions were broken hearted) |
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All alone, with no home |
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It's all alone |
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And some night, wind moves the leaves |
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They pick themselves up & run |
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Perhaps all that night possessed no way of telling time |
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It had taken her a long time |
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Suddenly back on its own |
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To sit, friendless & alone |
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She is friendless and alone |
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A man's trust, [appalling/a pole in] debt |
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To sit friendless and alone |
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With no home, with no home |
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Vixen's got no home |
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She is friendless and alone |
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A long time on its own |
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It shone around her |
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Triple gang |
