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Looking back |
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Down that long road you have travelled |
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And i see |
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All the pain that you have suffered |
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A young girl waks on ancient sand |
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Desert flower in her hand |
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Barefoot on the red heartland |
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Innocence makes few demands |
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Heart and soul |
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My soul sister |
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Got that special part of me |
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Such sweet love |
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And deep devotion |
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Who would tame what's wild and free? |
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Here we are |
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In this crazy, crazy world |
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Circumstance |
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Can lead you on to desperation |
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Love can save the weary heart |
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Or it can tear us all apart |
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I would rather take that chance |
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Than to never trust again |
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Heart and soul |
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My soul sister |
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Got that special part of me |
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Such sweet love and deep devotion |
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Who would tame what's wild and free? |
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Looking forward |
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Down that long road we might travel |
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And i see |
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All the joy that is recovered |
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See the young boy by the river side |
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He throws a stick to the other side |
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It carries with the rising tide |
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Sometimes we might reach too high |
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Heart and soul |
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My soul sister |
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Got that special part of me |
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Such sweet love and deep devotion |
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Who would tame what's wild and free? |
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Loving heart so wild and free |
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Who could chance what's wild and free? |
