| She was in the hospital
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| Waiting on the patients
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| Didn’t have to twist her arm
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| No such things as leisure
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| Trying to break a fever
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| Blood sprays from the arm
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| She takes a walk
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| To pass the time
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| She walks alone
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| 'Cause she’s all alone
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| Because she’s all alone
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| She takes a walk
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| Where trees are lined
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| She walks alone
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| 'Cause she’s all alone
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| We left her alone
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| She dips her fingers into the slip
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| Hands form as the wheel spins
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| Making time out of clay
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| The phone rings through the house
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| Calling on the landline
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| And the cabinets are filled with clay
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| She takes a walk
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| To pass the time
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| She walks alone
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| 'Cause she’s all alone
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| Because she’s all alone
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| She takes a walk
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| Where trees are lined
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| She walks alone
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| 'Cause she’s all alone
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| Because she’s all alone
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| 'Cause she’s all alone
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| We left her alone
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| We got on a plane
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| And flew across the country
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| And saw the biggest trees
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| Bigger than the ones that lined her streets
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| Bigger than she’d ever seen
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| Bigger than one could think to exist
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| I think I saw her say to herself
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| «This is everything I’ve missed»
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| I saw a glow in her eye
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| Reflecting off the mountain’s peak
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| And that wavelength of light
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| I hadn’t seen it in a long time
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| It was a beacon, a guide
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| Showing the path out from the night
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| Into another start
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| Where the spaces weren’t so far
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| She’ll drive through national parks
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| With her life inside the car
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| And when the phone rings
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| It won’t be people selling things
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| I’ll be the one on the line
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| Cutting bricks of clay with twine
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| And building the bridge
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| To share in her happiness |