| She grew up where guns get low
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| She ain’t got no place to go
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| Undaunted but always on the run
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| She’s the girl behind the lines
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| She ain’t dressed up to the nines
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| She’s wondering what have they done
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| But deep inside there’s a woman’s heart that cries
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| It’s a broken heart
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| That never mends again
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| Wheels on fire, keep on rollin'
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| Take her home into your paradise
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| Wheels on fire, no more crying
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| Fly away on wings of time
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| In purple lace with diamonds in her hair
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| Oh, she’s so beautiful, it’s all beyond compare
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| She feels hungry and bizarre
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| Hates the burning face of war
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| She won’t have it any more
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| But deep inside there’s a woman’s heart that cries
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| It’s a broken heart
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| That never mends again
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| Wheels on fire, keep on rollin'
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| Take her home into your paradise
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| Wheels on fire, no more crying
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| Fly away on wings of time
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| In purple lace with diamonds in her hair
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| Oh, she’s so beautiful, it’s all beyond compare
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| Wheels on fire, keep on rollin' |