Chrios was five when her mother died She was the only child Her mother used to say I'd spoil her too much She was my joy and pride Seems like yesterday ... I hear her voice Five hours left to go: 'won't you let me, well you know I can drive Please let me take your car Won't you please let me take your car'
Two policemen in the car behind Not on duty but they stopped And just before the car caught fire Bravely they pulled her off Now days grow warmer chris and spring is here You'll see it with my eyes If I were you chrissie I'd rather not Take this to stay alive No I would rather die
One of these days when the sun shines We'll go outside And listen to the birds in the park
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