| Here she comes
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| All she sees she keeps
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| No one gonna take it away
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| Her eyes are young and old
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| The kind that ancients sold
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| To celebrate a victory
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| The trail she leaves
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| Is dark, doubt and dread
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| And all the mouths she’s ever fed
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| Round, round, round like the world she turns
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| It’s a playback stuck inside your head
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| Yeah, I see you for the first time
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| And baby I just wanna leave
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| Yeah, I know you it’s the last time
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| I’m all messed up
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| I got nothing to take your place
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| There’s a past she keeps
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| In a depression jar
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| She opens like a secret cave
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| Who she was before
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| And what her life’s become
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| Is built upon the love she craves
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| I’m going down down down
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| There’s nothing here
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| And baby you can’t
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| Hold me up
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| I’m going down down down
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| Even deeper still
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| 'Cause this world has gotten so fucked up
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| Yeah, I see you for the first time
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| And baby I just wanna leave
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| Yeah, I know you it’s the last time
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| I’m all messed up
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| I got nothing to take your place
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| Yeah take your place
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| Yeah, I see you for the first time
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| And baby I just wanna leave
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| Yeah, I know you it’s the last time
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| I’m all messed up
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| I got nothing to take your place
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| Yeah take your place
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| Yeah take your place
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| Yeah take your place |