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Her Personal Pain Little Girl

in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Gold rope wearer, neighborhood terror Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her

You take care of Joey and I love you for that And you raisin' John John and we love you for that I guess Lisa was a angel, God wanted her back Damn,

bout the machine of progress, ain't no stopping it, The forest we destroy and the world we build on top of it, Mercenaries get paid salaries to slaughter, Girls

a mess Never a mornin' person but that girl's still in bed Sheets are tanglin', little arm is janglin' The last dream from her pretty head, I told her

OUTSIDE. PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: YES, GOOD. LET?S HAVE A LITTLE TALK WITH HER. MISS BRIGGS: CARLY, GET IN HERE. RIGHT NOW. MISS BRIGGS SNAPS HER FINGER

son And I'm looking at the mother and the daughter And I'm watching them in tears of pain And I'm watching them suffer Don't tell that little girl Tell

[Chorus] I tried to call up God and complain But then he said why you callin my name It's Just Pain, Pain-It's Just Pain, Pain It's Just Pain, and

. The lighting strikes like Garth say, "Thunder rolls", life is cold, like an eskimo in summer clothes. I suffa softly, but never let nothing stop me, and I miss my little girl

with just her name. (That's what she told me.) Yes she's from Texas I tell you, She says she left Texas with just her name. Yes, well I swear when that girl