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For the first time in this life |
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Something strong happened deep inside |
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There's always a cold sweat in his neck |
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She was everyone's girl with no name |
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Ginger was her name |
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Ginger Red was her name |
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Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red |
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She gave him hope, then took it away |
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Like a nervous fly, she flew away |
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Red lips like a piece of art |
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But the look in her eyes, cold as a stone |
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Ginger was her name |
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Ginger Red was her name |
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Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red |
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They were young, clean and fresh |
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Fresh and clean like mother's milk |
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She was a kind of a dancer |
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Who didn't need an answer |
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Ginger was her name |
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Ginger Red was her name |
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Ginger Red, she dyed her hair red |