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All the way across the southern pacific |
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Lost out on some brazilian plain |
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The lady runs like a river |
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The lady she runs just like a hurricane |
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And it fascinates me |
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When she comes into the light |
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It fascinates me |
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She hides when she must stay out of sight |
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And as the evening goes down |
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And the village it sleeps just like a child till dawn |
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And there she sits by her candles |
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She paints and she dreams until reality is gone |
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There's no reasons to fear for the future |
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No chances to dream about the past |
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Quiet suburbia now it has gone |
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And your freedom well it has come at last |
