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It's not that she walked away |
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Her world got smaller |
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All the usual places, the same destinations |
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Only something's changed |
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It's not that she wasn't rewarded |
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With pomegranate afternoons |
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And Mingus, Chet baker and chess |
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It's not the stampede and fortune of prim affectations |
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She's off on a right but she knows now |
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It's greater than the whole of the past |
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It's greater and now she knows |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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It's not that the transparency of earlier incarnations |
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Now we're back on, we're enriched |
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And loaded with beautiful vulnerability |
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And now she knows |
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Now is greater and she knows that |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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Now is greater, now is greater |
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And she knows that |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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She just wants to be somewhere |
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She just wants to be |
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It's not like the Angels could truly look down |
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Stir up the trappings and light on the ground |
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Remind us of what, when, why or who? |
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The how's up to us, me and you |
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And now is greater than the whole of the past |
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Is greater and now she knows that |
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Now she knows |
