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Why do you stand in the rain and wait for me
With dark clothes, dark thoughts on your mind
You evil little... girl
Evil, evil little girl
You were born to make me cry
Who am I to be here right now
Who am I to be here
Take my heart and throw it in a fire
Your mother must have run a school
You were trained to make me cry
Evil little girl
(you were born to make me cry)
You were born to sing along
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