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She walks to school wíth the lunch she packed
nobody knows what she's holding back
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
its hard to se the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
sometimes she wishes she was never born
Throug the wind and the rain
she stands hade as a stone
in a world that she can't rise above
somebody cries in the middle of the night
the neighbours hear, but they turn out their lights
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
when mornig comes it will be to late...
Her dreams give her wings
and she flies to a place where she's loved...
nobody knows what she's holding back
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
its hard to se the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
sometimes she wishes she was never born
Throug the wind and the rain
she stands hade as a stone
in a world that she can't rise above
somebody cries in the middle of the night
the neighbours hear, but they turn out their lights
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
when mornig comes it will be to late...
Her dreams give her wings
and she flies to a place where she's loved...
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