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A orphan child is always looking for a home |
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A restless spirit with a burning desire to roam |
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Nobody can hold her too long, she's afraid she just might stay |
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When the nightbird starts a singing his song, like a gypsy she's on her way |
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Even the wind or the rain can't keep her from running away |
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On down that street through a long alley way |
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And the tears won't come |
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Cause there way inside |
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Somebody say a prayer |
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For the orphan child |
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Just nineteen but she looks much older than that |
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Pulling tricks down the avanue and shes working the streets at night like a cat |
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And the men she meets, their all the same |
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They don't even want to know her real name |
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When the morning sun is on the rise |
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She will sigh and call it a night |
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Just another fatherless one |
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And it nobody turns her around |
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She live and die in the streets of this town |
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And her tears won't come |
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Cause there way inside |
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Somebody say a prayer |
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For that orphan child |
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A orphan child is always looking for a home |
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She's looking for a home. |
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Somebody help that girl |
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Somebody say a prayer |
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She just looking for a home |
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Just looking for a home... |
