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(Cochran, Crowe) |
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She picks up all the jigsaw puzzle pieces she can find |
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And she walks away. |
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If the sun would set right now things would probably seem in time, |
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But it's the middle of the day. |
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Her timings out again, she's looking for another friend. |
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While she's moving, she better keep on walking. |
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Well there's a hot desert sun that makes her shiver, |
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She's praying for the wave to run the full length of the river |
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Men haven't been the same since her daddy died, |
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Was he the last real man? |
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Two strong hands to lift her up |
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And love enough, to understand. |
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Everything is cloudy like the last big forest fire, |
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No stars no guide. |
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This blackened wasteland of a young girls broken heart, |
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No place to hide. |
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The doors have closed again, straining for this to make sense. |
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Taking comfort from what she knows she's getting used to this. |
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Well there's a hot desert sun that makes her shiver, |
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She's praying for the wave to run the full length of the river. |
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Men haven't been the same since her daddy died, |
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Was he the last real man? |
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Two strong hands to lift her up |
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And love enough, to understand |
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Full length of the river, |
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Full length of the river, |
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Full length of the river |
