| She curls up like a ball at the sound of thunder
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| The distant guns are closing fast
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| Her body’s hard as stone as her heart is tender
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| Forget your past, Manuela
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| She finds the strength to heal in her darkest hour
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| Confronting soldiers as she sleeps
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| Her solitude is bold, but she fights for comfort
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| With a friend she keeps, Manuela
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| Run from the night and emerge into day
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| Banish those demons as you pull away
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| Weakened by flight but empowered by will
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| To live and breathe a newer day
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| She cries out with a plea from those burning embers
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| That took her little girl away
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| Standing shoulder deep in a town of rubble
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| Alive but trapped, Manuela
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| Lost in a world of unending design
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| We cannot find the path to travel on
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| All I can offer this brave battered soul
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| Is a weathered hand to rest upon
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| The fires of Guernica are ablaze forever
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| Behind those dark devoted eyes
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| Your day of rest will come when the shells stop falling
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| From angry skies, Manuela
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| I’ll tend to your heart, Manuela
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| Forget your past, Manuela |