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A blackened wick is what remains |
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The flame was blown out just recently |
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Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick |
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It won't be lit again, the day won't be quite as bright |
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We don't know what she may have been |
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All we know is what she left behind |
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An apartment cluttered with children's toys |
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Photos of good times |
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In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows |
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There's a four poster bed for a reason |
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On the floor there's a box full of secrets |
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It won't be opened |
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Here older boys and girls would play |
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All inhibitions were left behind |
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And as the door would close, her face began to shine |
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This was her finest hour, this was her finest time |
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She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me |
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She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me |
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She's gone, but not forgotten, she's still here |
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In all those years she touched so many lives |
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Who's gonna watch the little girl she left behind? |
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Carol Anne stands alone in the school yard |
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All the other children have gone after waiting for hours |
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She can't understand why her mother left her sad |
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In the darkness she sees definition |
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In the silence, she hears someone calling |
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After nightmares, she lies in bed screaming |
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But there's no reaction, there's no one listening, there's no one |
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Now, she's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me |
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She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me |
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She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me |
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She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me |
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She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me |
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She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me she's gone |
