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She is standing, listening to the wind |
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Dark is lifting, a face to the sky |
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A homecoming laughter swirling around her |
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Dizzy as a top on a chess board |
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Dizzy as a top on a chess board |
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The memory of wild men, standing still |
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In a desert building of fire |
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Holding back the fear of whistling a tune |
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Dizzy as a top on a chess board |
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She'd rather hold kindess |
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She'd rather hold today |
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She grabbed a hold of everything she had to say |
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Men are in the darkness, lifting the face |
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And the sky was bursting again |
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The homecoming laughter swirling around her |
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Dizzy as a top on a chess board |
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Dizzy as a top on a chess board |
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Whistling a tune that she's never heard |
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Holding back the feeling of the wind |
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And somebody's hearing all her thoughts and lifting her face to the sky |
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Lifting her face to the sky |
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Lifting, lifting, lifting, her face |
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Lifting, lifting, lifting, her face |
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Lifting, lifting, lifting, her face |
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Lifting, lifting, lifting, her face |