| Well, she walks down the busiest streets like an African Queen
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| And she makes a good living from strangers wherever she’s been
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| She’s always got a drink on somebody’s bill
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| And lives in a house up on a hill
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| And nobody knows when she’s coming
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| They know that she will
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| It’s a long, long way we’ve come from a darker day
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| Well, they took all the fun out of it, but people like it that way
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| There are things on the news now testing your faith
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| Maybe it’s good, and maybe it ain’t
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| Everybody once was a sinner
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| And now they’re all saints
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| I know
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| I think about it all the time though
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| There’s nothing really for me to hold on to
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| I’m taking the days as they come
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| But I’m right here
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| Stuck between a dream and a nightmare
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| I’m praying for the day when it all comes clear
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| I’m barely just holding my ground
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| 'Til Sheba comes down
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| 'Til Sheba comes down
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| Well, she draws out the rags and riches wherever she goes
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| And she knows what it’s like to live out in Emperor’s clothes
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| She’s practiced in the arts of magic and such
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| Ancient blue eyes, electric touch
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| I got to look away when I see her
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| It hurts me so much
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| Well, I know
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| I think about it all the time though
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| There’s nothing really for me to hold on to
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| I’m taking the days as they come
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| I’m right here
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| Stuck between a dream and a nightmare
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| I’m praying for the day when it all comes clear
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| I’m barely just holding my ground
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| 'Til Sheba comes down
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| 'Til Sheba comes down
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| 'Til Sheba comes down
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| 'Til Sheba comes down |