There was a girl that I once knew; she was lonely and sad all the time.
The girl that I knew, she was once me.
I’m not the same person that I used to be.
Thank God I’m free!
There was a girl that I used to know; she was walked over like dirt on the floor.
That same girl lives here no more.
I’m not the same person that I used to be.
Thank God I’m free!
There was this little girl I used to see; she had no voice.
That same girl found that in time she could speak her own mind.
I’m not the same person that I used to be.
Thank God I’m free!
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