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Time to look and see |
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In colurs of time, we know who we are |
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Breathing the air that is sweet |
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Time to think of her |
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Here's to the lady, her eyes never sleep |
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With every weather that ends |
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Breaking the towers and tables of land |
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She's holding the skies to defend |
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All of us |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries |
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Time for love of her |
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Taken for granted, we know that you are |
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Alone with the cold of the stone |
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Painting your pictures on great Western skies |
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The world on its knees below |
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For all of us |
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All of us |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries out for love |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries out for love |
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In the golden fields, the rain |
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As the summer feels a change |
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On the mountains dressed in gold |
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As the wind blows through her hair |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries out for love |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries out for love |
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Sometimes, sometimes |
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Sometimes |
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She cries out for love |
