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    Radio and street mix of 'Alison' plus 'Don't Follow Me' & 'Blues Shoes'.

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released January 31, 2011

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Track Name: Alison - Radio Edit
Alison, Daughter of our Nation Alison, Sister to us all Alison, Why does nobody want you? Alison, Alison, Don’t cry. Alison sits on the bridge Her hair un brushed, Her clothes unwashed Feeling tired and feeling hungry, Her eyes show little hope. ‘You have to move along now’, Says the man from the city. ‘You can’t be in public view, Or the newspapers will see you’. So, She shuffles down the street Cold, beyond unwanted, Looking for a corner Where, the World, won’t find her. Alison, Daughter of our Nation Alison, Sister to us all Alison, Why does nobody want you? Alison, Alison, Don’t cry. Alison tries to get some sleep, Wrapped in cardboard boxes. Her boots have holes, you can see her feet, I wonder, will she make it? Alison, Daughter of our Nation Alison, Sister to us all Alison, Why does nobody want you? Alison, Alison, Don’t cry.
Track Name: Alison - Street Mix
Alison, Daughter of our Nation Alison, Sister to us all Alison, Why does nobody want you? Alison, Alison, Don’t cry. Alison sits on the bridge Her hair un brushed, Her clothes unwashed Feeling tired and feeling hungry, Her eyes show little hope. ‘You have to move along now’, Says the man from the city. ‘You can’t be in public view, Or the newspapers will see you’. So, She shuffles down the street Cold, beyond unwanted, Looking for a corner Where, the World, won’t find her. Alison, Daughter of our Nation Alison, Sister to us all Alison, Why does nobody want you? Alison, Alison, Don’t cry. Alison tries to get some sleep, Wrapped in cardboard boxes. Her boots have holes, you can see her feet, I wonder, will she make it? Alison, Daughter of our Nation Alison, Sister to us all Alison, Why does nobody want you? Alison, Alison, Don’t cry.