A little girl dress on white
Run on the street
Faster than the wind
Rain come down on her
Her hair hanging wet
In her eyes the panic
She can´t stop to cry
She run through the night
She don´t know where she´s going
She´s just afraid
That´s why she run
Night grow darker
Rain come down stronger
But that won´t stop her steps
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