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She nursed him there, ooh, over a night |
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I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay |
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What to say...what to say |
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But soon she was down, soon he was low |
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At a quarter past...a holy no... |
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She had to turn around |
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When she couldn't hold, oh...she folded... |
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A dissident is here |
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Escape is never, the safest path |
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Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here |
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And to this day, she's glided on |
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Always home but so far away |
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Like a word misplaced |
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Nothing said, what a waste |
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When she had contact...with the conflict... |
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There was meaning, but she sold him to the state |
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She had to turn around |
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When she couldn't hold...she folded... |
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A dissident is here |
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Escape is never, the safest path |
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Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...oh...oh... |
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She gave him away when she couldn't hold...no...she folded... |
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A dissident is here |
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Escape is never, the safest path |
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Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh... |
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Couldn't hold on...she couldn't hold...no...she folded... |
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A dissident is here |
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Escape is never the safest place, oh... |
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A dissident is here |