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she's always busy caring 'cos that's all she's ever done |
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she's a thousand Florence Nightingales all rolled up into one |
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and (well) people take advantage but she loves her fellow friend |
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with a slow, slow count from ten... |
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when strangers die around her she still cries herself to sleep |
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and she seldom gets the chance to pick the company she keeps |
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and the ring around her finger is a ring around her past |
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and a youth that couldn't last |
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when people ask if she's OK she doesn't even answer |
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her mind is set on auto-think, for heaven knows how long |
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with the body of an angel and the features of a child |
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she's miles and miles and miles and miles away |
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she's the miles away girl, 'cos she's the miles away girl |
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and she slaps miles and miles of smiles on every face |
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she's the miles away girl, she's the miles away girl |
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she's the miles away girl, right next to (me) |
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she send a men to slumber-land with just one little kiss |
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her silence is refreshing and her honesty is bliss |
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she's probably clairvoyant but she never had the call |
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but that's not long at all... |
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her head's up with the stars because she knows that's where she's heading |
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the good guys think she's different the rest just think she's weird |
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she doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, she's thinking all the while |
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and maybe you're the angel I knew that you could be |
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well that must be the reason you bring out the devil in me |
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deep under the covers, an easy place to hide |
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and imagine the world isn't really going on outside |
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but you never seem to have any money 'cos the decent people never get paid |
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but there's never really ever a problem' cos you can get miles away, miles away, miles away |
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