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Gone, like houses from a train |
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Gone, like headlights in the rain |
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Gone, from her home |
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She is gone |
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Wise, like the crickets and the flies |
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Wise, you could see it in her eyes |
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Wise, like her mother |
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She is wise |
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Cause she knows, that the sun hides when it goes |
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And she sees, the issue that we leave |
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There's room, and she's on |
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And she won't, ever leave like this song |
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She is gone |
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Far, from the clamor and the noise |
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Far, from the glamour and the poise |
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Sitting, on the star |
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She is far |
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Cause she knows, that the sun hides when it goes |
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And she sees, the issue that we leave |
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There's room, and she's on |
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And she wont, ever leave like this song |
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She is gone |
