| She’s got a face of a street kid
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| With the lips of an orchid
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| And the eyes of a distant dream
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| She’s got the hands of a lover
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| And the arms of a mother
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| And the eyes of a future dream
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| Is there some way of knowing
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| If there’s more than she’s showing
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| In her eyes with a secret dream
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| We live in the wrong time we’re barely alive
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| There must be a better life
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| We’ve to many people too many bodies
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| How can we all survive
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| One day no mortality
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| No more human tragedy
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| Touch me and I will fight for your dreams
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| She has a smile of a Princess
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| But she cries in the darkness
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| With the tears of another dream
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| When the old fears are growing
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| And the terror of knowing
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| Take us back to our ancient dreams
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| It’s been such a long time yet nothing is done
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| We’re leading a wasted life
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| We’ve too many people too many bodies
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| Fighting all to survive
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| We live in the wrong time we’re barely alive
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| There must be a better life
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| We’ve too many people too many bodies
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| How can we all survive
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| One day no mortality
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| No more human tragedy
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| Touch me and I will fight for your dreams |