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She sits alone, tries to adjust
She cries "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone"
You scream "Don't look, please God don't touch"
Oh God please help us, get her out of this
What have they done? What have I not?
And every time I think about your voice I,
Start to tremble, and my throat's aching
And anytime you need a shoulder,
I'm right here, you’ve just gotta find a way
She cries "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone"
You scream "Don't look, please God don't touch"
Oh God please help us, get her out of this
What have they done? What have I not?
And every time I think about your voice I,
Start to tremble, and my throat's aching
And anytime you need a shoulder,
I'm right here, you’ve just gotta find a way
Annons