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Well she walks down the busiest streets |
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Like an African Queen |
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And she makes a good living from strangers |
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Wherever she's been |
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She's always got a drink on somebody's bill |
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And lives in a house up on a hill |
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And nobody knows when she's coming |
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But they know that she will |
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It's a long long way we've come |
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From a darker day |
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Well they took all the fun out of it |
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But people like it that way |
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There are things on the news now testing your faith |
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Maybe it's good |
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And maybe it ain't |
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Everybody once was a sinner |
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And now they're all saints |
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I know |
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I think about it all the time though |
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There's nothing really for me to hold on to |
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I'm taking the days as they come |
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I'm right here |
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Stuck between a dream and a nightmare |
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Praying for the day when it all comes clear |
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I'm barely just holding my ground |
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Til Sheba comes down |
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Well she draws out the rags and riches |
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Wherever she goes |
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And she knows what it's like to live out |
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In Emperor's clothes |
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She's practiced in the arts of magic and such |
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Ancient blue eyes, electric touch |
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I got to look away when I see her |
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It hurts me so much |
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I know |
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I think about it all the time though |
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There's nothing really for me to hold on to |
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I'm taking the days as they come |
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I'm right here |
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Stuck between a dream and a nightmare |
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Praying for the day when it all comes clear |
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I'm barely just holding my ground |
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Til Sheba comes down |
