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Inna came from Mexico |
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She'd tried to find a job |
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She figured she'd work on a rich girl's nails |
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That couldn't be so hard |
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Inna's got a 12 year old |
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And she dies inside |
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She can't get the picture from her eyes |
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Of leavin' her little girl behind |
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She's gonna find a daddy here |
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And her little girl's gonna come here to |
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But just like every other dream so far |
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She knows that one probably won't come true |
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And you can see it in her smile looking at her eyes |
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Yeah thats right she keeps you smiling when she's about to cry |
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And I think she knows the truth but she whispers fate |
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Inna's friends back home think she's got it made |
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So every week she sends some money home |
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She says things here are going well |
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She doesn't let the tears touch the page |
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It'd stain the letter all to hell |
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I met Inna at a grocery store |
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We were waiting in line |
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I asked her who the Barbie doll was for |
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Who'd have thought I had asked her who died |
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So I started to apoligize |
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Man I was just trying to kill some time |
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But I still can't get Inna from my mind |
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I will never look behind |
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Cause I can see it in her smile looking at her eyes |
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Yeah thats right she keeps you smiling when she's about to cry |
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And I think she knows the truth but she whispers fate |
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Inna's friends back home think she's got it made |
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Yes I think she knows the truth but she whispers fate |
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Inna's friends back home think she's got it made |
