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She lays on the wall |
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watching the strangers drift away |
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mid-day's ore--thick |
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with the sun of Arabia |
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she surrenders her voices |
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they gather, on the wind |
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talkin, chanting, breathing |
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into her body...yesterday |
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Awakened beside |
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the scent of burnt sugar--on the skin |
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painting eyes--thick |
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with the color she brings in |
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oh, and sure and strong |
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when the lightning tumbles down |
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don't you frown |
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everything will be |
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in time for this evening |
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if there's secrets |
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she has to be pardoned to |
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every one of them |
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if there's heaven |
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she gets to the heart |
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and you'll know... |
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why she says |
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when I run out of blue |
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help me rise instead |
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then I will run to you |
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why she says |
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when I run out of blue |
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give me rain instead |
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now let me run... (let me run) |
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if there's secrets |
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she has to be pardoned to |
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every one of them |
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if there's heaven |
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she gets to the heart |
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and you'll know... |
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why she says |
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when I run out of blue |
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help me rise instead |
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then I will run to you |
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why she says |
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when I run out of blue |
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give me rain instead |
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now let me run... (let me run) |
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Hey-hey.... |
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why she says |
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when I run out of blue |
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help me rise instead |
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then I will run to you |
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why she says |
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when I run out of blue |
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give me rain instead |
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then I will run to you |
