| Staring down de sky, she can squeeze
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| The heat out of the rain
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| Store it in her eyes
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| When she pleases, ease your pain
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| The metropolis at her door
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| Spinning round and round
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| She can handle this
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| Tame the lights and the sounds
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| Singing
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| Day in day out
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| She’s no letting any doubt weight her down
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| Pushing ahead, keeping ills and dramma off the ground
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| She’s holding down the fort
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| Shooty things and night
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| Chewing out of the pipes and dray
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| Wired is the crow rolling with the refrain
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| Weary man at her door asking how
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| The sweet smile, every day, every hour
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| She says when warner tastes sweet
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| You know, something inside turned sour
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| Day in day out
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| She’s no letting any doubt weight her down
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| Pushing ahead, keeping ills and dramma off the ground
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| She’s holding down the fort
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| Day in day out
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| She’s no letting any dawn store her down
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| Pushing ahead, keeping ills and dramma off the ground
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| She’s holding down the fort |