| In the international rumble
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| She takes a chance and comes to me And falling through the cracks we tumble
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| Not far at all but enough to see
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| We’ve come to rest our backs against the rubble
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| Of a future in uncertainty
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| And I’m so glad you’re here, she said
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| And I hate that you’re here, she said
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| I wish I didn’t, I didn’t need you so much
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| To be here
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| It’s funny meeting anyone this way
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| But there she goes
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| Walking her last runway
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| The queen of Sarajevo
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| We communicate in broken English
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| And nervous sighs and apprehension
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| As fascinated we are standing witness
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| No alcohol could quell the tension
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| No clever kind of joke or small talk in this
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| No fate denies our soul connection
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| And I’m so glad you’re here, she said
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| And I hate that you’re here, she said
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| I wish I didn’t need you so much
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| To be here
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| It’s funny meeting anyone this way
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| But there she goes
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| Walking her last runway
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| The queen of Sarajevo
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| They say that in the west the blues comes easy
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| And the night belongs to the one who plays
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| But it’s the ancient souls that breathe them deeply
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| For the bluest heart is the one who stays
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| It’s funny meeting anyone this way
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| But there she goes
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| Watch her walk her last runway
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| The queen of Sarajevo
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| And it’s so funny to be living this way
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| But it’s time to go Leave you standing on the runway
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| The queen of Sarajevo, the queen of Sarajevo |