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Lonely
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What Are The Lyrics For Lonely By Return?
she was daddy's girl
the little princess of his world she was his pride and joy just a decoy she was a bit confused wondered then if she'd been used as a grown-up's living toy he was so proud of this little girl but no one ever knew their little secret, her waking nightmare and all he put her trough oooh, all of her life she'll be lonely ooooh, all of her life she'll be running away from the shadow of her dad and the nightmares that's she had will she always be a prisoner to the pain she is no one girl so lonely in this world she has no joy, she's lost her pride she walks alone she's so confused it's living hell knowing she's abused no one hears the tears she cries tell me why oooh, all of her life she'll be lonely ooooh, all of her life she'll be running away from the shadow of her dad and the nightmares that's she had will she always be a prisoner to the pain he was so proud of his little girl no one ever knew their little secret, her waking nightmare that no one should go through oooh, all of her life she'll be lonely ooooh, all of her life she'll be running away from the shadow of her dad and the nightmares that's she had will she always be a prisoner to the pain ooooh, all of her life she's been hiding oooooh, all of her feelings are locked up inside snd her nightmares'll live on through in everything she'll do she's a wounded angel that never learned to fly |
Who Wrote Lonely By Return?
Clifford E Shank, Laurindo Almeida
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