Pretty Girl
~born into this crazy world
you grew up to be a pretty girl
I love that you work so hard
even when things fall apart
you give me hope
you give me faith
that one day things will change
born into this crazy world
you grew up to be a pretty girl
always kept your head up high
when times got hard you put your hands to the sky
i see scars from the lies
i see the pain
i heard your cries
born into this crazy world
you grew up to be a pretty girl
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