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Jenny

Jun 1998 Flying Stone

1
The party's on, the music fine.
Good friends, good talks with beer and wine.
All searchin' for the sense of life.
All lookin' for the future, like You - Jenny.

Chorus
Broken flower, fourteen years.
You've had no chance, too sick this guy.
Your tears and screams smash our hearts.
He's damned to live. You Jenny: Gone!

2
You've got some trouble with Your friends.
Left the party, angry, sad.
You never will arrive at home.
They'll find Your bike beside the road.

3
You cry, he beats, no words can tell
the torture and Your fear!
You beg for mercy in different tongues,
loose Your fight! No way out here!

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