The bitter thoughts of Little Jane
are locked away
and will remain unspoken
Been let down
And kicked around
been sent away without her token
But she'll find her place
she'll find a head to pound on
Never cries
or even tries
so no-one really knows she wants to die
been too long on her own,
she's growing old
she's growing cold
But she'll find her place
she'll find a head to pound on
Peter's playing with his trains
And Sally kisses her doll again
Andrew plays at wild cowboys
But Little Jane she's got no toys
But she'll find her place
she'll find a head to pound on
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