| Can promise you that I had not planned this
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| To be a girl of the world
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| The early clouds disappear
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| The mountains fill an empty canvas
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| I had not planned this
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| The day reveals their beauty
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| It brings a light into me
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| So help me understand this
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| For what I see
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| Will I be loved?
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| For what I know
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| Will I be loved?
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| For all I feel
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| For all this fire
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| Will they say she was the selfish one
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| Who danced to please her god
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| And left her work undone?
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| Am finding that I’m like my country
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| In the eyes of the world
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| As the jaguar can survive in our forest
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| If she’s unseen
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| Beautifully unseen
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| So, too, we hide our treasure
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| But we are lost forever
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| And so I ask my country:
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| For what I see
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| Will I be loved?
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| For what I know
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| Will I be loved?
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| For all I feel
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| For all this fire
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| Will you say she was the reckless one
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| Who held a fragile world
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| Up to the burning sun?
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| For what I’ve begun, I am calling out
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| To the girls of the world
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| To those who drum and shout and speak your minds
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| For what you’ve all seen
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| I am calling
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| Can we build a world of hearts?
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| Or shall we live a world apart
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| With what we’ve all seen?
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| For all I write
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| Will I be loved?
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| For all I say
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| Will I be loved?
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| For all I feel
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| For all this fire
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| Will they say we were the bravest girls
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| Who told them what we saw
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| And saved the lonely world? |