I met her in a dumpster
She said she was her mother's girl
They left her and they dumped her
That's where I believe her still
Before all that...

I knew the son, the daughter
The mother, the auntie, the uncle
Everybody in there, the family
She'd like to be near me
She said she thought she knew me
Now I've got no senses
But she's making sense
It was far too late

She fell from the family tree
She hit every branch on the way
She fell from the family tree down to the ground
I need no proof that she hit the ground

I met her in the summertime
I met her on the Friday after the day she left town
Chilled out by the sea
Feeling in love as the seeds were sown

We fell from the family tree
Hit every branch on the way down
We fell from the family tree
We're in no doubt that we hit the ground

Fell from the family tree
Hit every branch on the way down
We fell from the family tree
We fell - we hit the ground

Hit the ground - hit the ground running
Hit the ground...

Far too late to save her
It was far too late to save her

And when the autumn came
I didn't see her for the lashing rain
I'd like to say I dumped her
Because she looked just like her step mother
But I've seen no better

I fell from the family tree
Hit every branch on the way down
I fell from the family tree
I need no proof that I hit the ground

Aaah aahh, too bad
Seen her on a Monday
One day, too late, too late to save her
A saviour, to save her, to savour...

Too late to save her, she was my girl from a dumpster
They said she looked just like a natural mother

I know that I need her
That there's never ever gonna be another
They said they'll never make another
She was my girl and I loved her...


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Jason Allen
Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Keyboards
Percussion, Drums, Harmonica, Lyrics

Written, performed, produced and mixed by Jason Allen.
Copyright © 2005 Jason Allen. All rights reserved.