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Gaya's crying, can't you hear her crying |
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Like a whisper, oh so very soft and low |
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If you listen, underneath the status quo |
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Will she still be friends and once again |
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Pardon our ignorance? |
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Can we make ammends so near the end? |
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Is there no second chance? |
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No one hears when gaya cries |
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No one cares to wonder why |
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Can't they see the tears in gaya's eyes? |
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Gaya's crying (yes she is) |
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Selfish children, greedy little children |
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Took her loving and gave her nothing in return |
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Like invaders, everything is slash and burn |
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Count up every face and every race |
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That we will never see |
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Count the human ache we can't escape |
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The tears are for you and me |
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As her lovely green eyes |
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Turn black |
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And her pretty blue dress |
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Turn black |
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And her gentle red lips |
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Turn black |
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Everything that she has |
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Turn black |
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And is it too late? |
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Turn back |
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Is it too late? |
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Turn back |
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Is it too late? |
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No facts of life, no birds and bees |
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Can't see the forest, can't see the trees |
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Oh pitiful capricious lies |
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That hide the tears in gaya's eyes |