One night, a girl wanted pity
One night, a girl was depressed
One night, a girl was lost
One night, a girl confessed
One night, a girl was in pain
One night, a girl was crying
One night, a girl was sad
Every night, that girl is dying
So now she walks in the rain
And now she still has the pain
And now she wants to die
And even now she doesn't know why
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