| When she combs her hair, she flushes stars down her back
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| Tiny avalanches crumbling, gliding, falling down
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| And she’s calling us, calling our cause
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| They’re all waiting for her to come down from her star
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| When her problems come they come and go like winter time
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| And I’m pacing with her fitting in just like a rhyme
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| And she’s calling us, calling our cause
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| They’re all waiting for her to come down from her star
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| But I can’t wait forever, I’ve no time
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| But I can’t wait forever, I’ve no time
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| No
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| When the sidewalk, opens it lets you into better things
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| She learned that long ago opponents lash with wicked things
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| And she’s calling us, calling all cars
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| They’re all waiting for her to come down from her star
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| But I can’t wait forever, I’ve no time
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| But I can’t wait forever, I’ve no time
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| But I can’t wait forever, I’ve no time
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| But I can’t wait forever, I’ve no time
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| No! |