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And these walls |
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And these walls are filled with blame |
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And these walls |
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And these walls are filled with blame |
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And she's sitting in the primrose garden |
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And she's playing with her toys |
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Just another child-like ghost |
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The trees and animals cry |
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And you've shot her down |
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And you've shot her down |
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And she's taken far too young |
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And these walls |
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And these walls are filled with blame |
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And these walls |
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And these walls are filled with blame |
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And she's cut herself with stained-glass window |
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And she's playing with her toys |
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Just another child-like ghost |
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The trees and animals cry |
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And you've shot her down |
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And you've shot her down |
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And she's taken far too young |
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And in my dreams I watched |
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And in my dreams I watched Emily dance |
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I watched Emily dance |
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And in my dreams I watched Emily dance |
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I watched Emily dance |
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And in my dreams I watched |
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And in my dreams I watched Emily dance |
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I watched Emily dance |
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And in my dreams I watched Emily dance |
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I watched Emily dance |
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And in my dreams I watched |
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And in my dreams I watched Emily dance |
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I watched Emily dance |
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And in my dreams I watched Emily dance |
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I watched Emily dance |
