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@ -13,7 +13,7 @@ She \[Mim]hangs her head and \[Ré]cries in my \[Do]shirt, |
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\[Ré] She must be \[Mim]hurt very \[Ré]bad\[Sol]ly. |
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Tell me what's \[Ré]making you \[Mim]sad\[La]ly ? |
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\[Mim]Open your \[La]door, don't \[Ré]hide in the \[Do]dark, |
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You've \[Ré]lost in the \[Mim]dark, you can \[Ré]trust \[Sol]me |
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You're \[Ré]lost in the \[Mim]dark, you can \[Ré]trust \[Sol]me |
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'cause you know that's \[Ré]how it must \[Mim La]be. |
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@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ She sits in a corner by the door. |
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There must be more I can tell her, |
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If she really wants me to help her, |
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I'll do what I can to show her the way. |
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And maybe I will free her, |
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And maybe one day I will free her, |
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Though I know no one can see her. |
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