(Richard Thompson) Who shook the stars from her eyes Who shook the stars from her eyes Who took the shine Made water out of wine And left her alone in the world Who put a cloak round her soul Who put a cloak round her soul Who stole the prize That glittered in her eyes And left her the fool of the world O Francesca Who's going to save you now O Francesca Who's going to save you now It takes guts to put your hand up To risk it all and stand up to the Tongue twisters Campaign of whispers Who dragged her name Through the dirt Who dragged her name Through the dirt Trampled it down Burned it to the ground Left her the orphan of the world Who put that twist in her vows Who put that twist in her vows Who took her speech Bent it out of reach Put out the light of the world Who laid her down, took her rose Who laid her down, took her rose Who took her flower Now she charges by the hour Left her the whore of the world
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