| Like a frozen angel
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| That’s fallen down from too high
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| Her wings begin to open
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| Just before she runs out of sky
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| Pack up the El Dorado
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| There’s plenty of fire for the task at hand
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| A thousand suns pray to a tower
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| Too many secrets buried in the sand
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| She’s got to be somewhere soon
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| The book never lies
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| Across the Santa Ana to the land of blue skies
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| She’s on a mission with a graphic twist
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| She’s got to be somewhere
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| She’s got to be somewhere soon
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| Never should have tried to run her
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| Now someone has a case of a second smile
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| And the only sign of trouble
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| Is drippin' from a turnstile (At the dam)
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| Hard as a desert flower
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| Leaning into the devil wind
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| The seeds might be forgotten
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| They just might scatter with her sins
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| She’s got to be somewhere soon
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| The book never lies
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| Across the Santa Ana to the land of blue skies
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| She’s on a mission with a graphic twist
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| She’s got to be somewhere
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| She’s got to be somewhere soon
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| She’s got to be somewhere soon
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| The book never lies
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| Across the Santa Ana to the land of blue skies
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| She’s on a mission with a graphic twist
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| She’s got to be
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| She’s got to be
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| She’s got to be
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| She’s got to be |