| No one can hurt her now
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| No one can use her, or give her pain
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| No one can do the things
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| Do the things the boys, and the men, they do
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| There is no cold wind, that in it’s spite
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| Would chill her to the bone
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| There is no hand of fate
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| That is never to late to crush her dreams
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| There is no descending sorrow
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| As the mirror looks back and tells no lies
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| There is no hate or fear for the liberator
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| Who came with a kiss and a knife
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| He came as and angel of love
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| To lift her up, and set her free
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now
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| She’s one of the dead now |