| With a tight rope and a bag of stones and all heartbroken wishingbone
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| She’s going in, she’s going home
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| On this little golden eye
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| Fighting heavy day behind the light, behind the light
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| Walking faster down the street with eyes and no shoes on her feet
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| She’s going on a journey, determent to complete.
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| This is farewell, this is goodnight
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| The last time she will see the daylight
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| See the daylight
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| And she’s going on a journey
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| Always walking down the road
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| And the water is always calling
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| My little child, please come home
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| That’s when she went away
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| Away from the light of day
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| Standing by the riverside
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| Patientelly waiting for the tide to come along
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| To come along
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| The water going through her feet and on her body wind so cold and sweet
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| So cold and sweet
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| And she’s going on a journey
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| Always walking down the road
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| And the water is always calling
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| My little child, please come home
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| And the stars were brightly shining
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| When she reached out they were gone
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| And the water started calling
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| My little child, please come home
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| Feel the water in her body, water’s never going out x8
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| And she’s going on a journey
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| Always walking down the road
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| And the water is always calling
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| My little child, please come home
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| And the stars were brightly shining
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| When she reached out they were gone
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| And the water started calling
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| My little child, please come home
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| When a shiny light hit her eye
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| And she turned around and climbed towards the sky
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| Towards the sky |