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She never knew she was a beauty
She must have made a lot of grown men cry
In her eyes she's always playing out some movie
She just told a dying love goodbye
She was innocent then, blind to any hell
No one knows what she did and she'll never tell
I wonder if she lied where she came from
Though she never nailed her memories to the wall
On the fire cardboard boxes in the alley?
Useless hand-me-downs in the closet and the hall
And she lives in a home in three years she'll probably sell
And what she remembers she'll never tell
I dreamt i saw her whispering to me
So discreetly
Maybe some secret song for me to know, the best unspoken
She barely prays above a whisper
And when she cries she doesn't make a sound
She offers tive but never takes communion
So scared to death of Jesus finding out
When she's nervous she checks and somehow the town will tell
What she screams in the pillow she'll never tell
What she screams in the pillow she'll never tell
HATA BİLDİR
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