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When she combs her hair she flushes stars down her back |
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Tiny avalanches crumbling, gliding, falling down |
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And she's calling us, calling our cause |
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They're all waiting for her to come down from her stars |
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When her problems come they come and go like winter time |
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And I'm pacing with her fitting in just like a rhyme |
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And she's calling us, calling our cause |
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They're all waiting for her to come down from her star |
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But I can't wait forever, |
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I've no time |
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But I can't wait forever, |
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I've no time |
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When the sidewalk opens it lets you into better things |
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She learned that long ago opponents lash with wicked things |
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And she's calling us, calling all cars |
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They're all waiting for her to come down from her stars |
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But I can't wait forever, |
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I've no time |
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But I can't wait forever, |
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I've no time |
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But I can't wait forever, |
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I've no time |
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But I can't wait forever, |
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I've no time |
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No! |
