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In the shelter, in the morning as The sun was brightly gleaming,I heard her crying out,"What is it all about? I just don't know,But I can't go back home." Lonely princess, all the days outOn your own are growing empty.Nothin' is goin' well, if youCould only tell them how you feel.But they're too real to understand. Too many trite expressions ending inForced rejection long ago.Too many innocent faces in too manyFar-out places, something's wrong. Let me tell you that something's wrong.It's been that way so long, and it's a shame. On the street car to the city, Where she knows that she may lose it all,Riding for just a dime,Takin' her own sweet and knowing wellThat this could be her final fall,Past the boutique, down the alley,Letras de cancionesTo the river, people pass her by.She sits on the big gray rocks,Takes off her boots and socks,Not knowing what she will do next,Just starts to cry. To many small suggestions ending in Angry questions from her dad.To many TV dinners, ah, everyoneLoves a winner, but she has lost.No ones knows the trials she had. In the shelter, in the morning as The sun was brightly gleaming,I heard her crying out,"What is it all about? I just Don't know, but I can't go back home."Hell, I just don't know, butI can't go back home. From Letras Mania