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She has dancer's legs |
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and eyes that glow like Mexico |
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and she moves like fireflies |
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through Jackson Pollack southern skies |
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She's falling like dominoes |
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Where she lands nobody knows |
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Her hair rolls like waterfalls |
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or golden tears she never shows |
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She is counting on lunar rings |
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though she's never been one for astronomy |
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She is shivering in the northern wind |
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She is begging, begging to begin |
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She's counting lunar rings |
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though she's never been one for astronomy |
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She's shivering in the wind |
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begging, begging to begin |
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She's been six years on the road |
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in search of Jericho |
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She's taken refuge |
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in a vision of Calypso |
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She lost her lover |
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who was both forbidden and estranged |
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She charts the planets |
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to see if things will ever change |
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She is counting on lunar rings |
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though she's never been one for astronomy |
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She is shivering in the northern wind |
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She is begging, begging to begin |
|
She's counting lunar rings |
|
though she's never been one for astronomy |
|
She's shivering in the wind |
|
begging, begging to begin |
