Far beyond a little girl
I was only seventeen when I left home
I was only thirteen when I was grown
You always said how I could have been mother born again
Listen to my words I'm only singing to you
Won't you listen to my words
Beneath the skin of your perfect world
Stands a man with a cruel hand and an empty heart
And that empty house where I was born
Kindled with such loving care I was never shown
Listen to my words I'm only singing to you
Won't you listen to my words
Listen to my words I'm only singing to you
Won't you listen to my words
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