| A light in the dark split through the trees
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| Appearin' in part a legend to see
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| Born in the dirt, nursed in the dawn
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| Lying with wolves an American fawn
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| She wanted all that her brain would behold
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| Gardens of garland, diamonds and gold
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| She wanted all that her guts could digest
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| Taking what’s worse and leaving what’s best
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| But I still say
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| Oh my white fawn
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| I’m the wild one I’ll find you
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| Out of the zoo
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| I’m feasting on you one last time
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| Oh my sparrow
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| My heart so narrow for you only
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| I could love you
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| I could love you one last time
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| The day she ran away everybody knew
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| They said «gone is the legend» but the legend just grew
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| Out in the world she’s catchin' drops of rain
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| Inside a hive of bees she’s guardin' honey with stings
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| If I’d only obeyed my own advice
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| I would have never gone to her twice
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| But if I’d obeyed then I’d never have seen
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| Her light in the dark that was splitting
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| Through the trees
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| Oh my white fawn
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| It’s me the wild one I’ll find you
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| Out of the zoo
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| I’m feasting on you one last time
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| Oh my sparrow
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| My heart so narrow for you only
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| I could love you
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| I could love you for all time |