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Julie was a lonely girl
She said, "She was born that way"
She always felt that way

She left home at age sixteen
Got a job what you're supposed to do
That's what you've got to do

She fell in love and settled down
In a council place
There on the edge of town

She'd feel alone in a crowded room
Cry when she heard a happy tune

Well, it would be nice to holiday
Till they took her job away
They just took her life away

Doing nothing isn't fun
When you've nothing from witch to run
Yeah, nowhere left to run

She'd visit the social every day
Every time be turned away
Every time be turned away

She'd feel alone in a crowded room
Cry when she heard a happy tune

A hundred stairs to her new room
Over glass and blackened spoons
Children grow old so soon

Past the kids who gather there
Pain masked by narcotic stares
But no one really cares

Her dreams were cut up and bled dry
A million voices in her cry
Julie waits, her world is her windows

And Julie hates, just what she doesn't know
But Julie hates, she hates the world below
But Julie loves, she loves too much to know
Julie was a lonely girl   She said, "She was born that way"   She always felt that way      She left home at age sixteen   Got a job what you're supposed to do   That's what you've got to do      She fell in love and settled down   In a council place   There on the edge of town      She'd feel alone in a crowded room   Cry when she heard a happy tune      Well, it would be nice to holiday   Till they took her job away   They just took her life away      Doing nothing isn't fun   When you've nothing from witch to run   Yeah, nowhere left to run      She'd visit the social every day   Every time be turned away   Every time be turned away      She'd feel alone in a crowded room   Cry when she heard a happy tune      A hundred stairs to her new room   Over glass and blackened spoons   Children grow old so soon      Past the kids who gather there   Pain masked by narcotic stares   But no one really cares      Her dreams were cut up and bled dry   A million voices in her cry   Julie waits, her world is her windows      And Julie hates, just what she doesn't know   But Julie hates, she hates the world below   But Julie loves, she loves too much to know
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