| On a rainy day, we took it to the museum
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| What did Lolo say, as we tripped into impressionism?
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| I looked up and saw «Young Woman with Ibis» by Edgar Degas
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| Yeah the ruby red birds, with the woman lost in thought
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| Maybe I should hear her words
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| See she is in the wilds
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| They’re a bright blur
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| Yeah she is in the wilds
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| And she’s swaying in the storm
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| And I’m watching her thoughts form
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| They’re a bright blur
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| See she is in the wilds and the wilds are in her
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| On a sunny day, we took it to the secret beach
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| What did Lolo say? |
| Was she somehow somewhere out of reach?
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| I look up and see the moon in Sagittarius at 29 degrees
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| From the ruby red sun that hangs over the scene
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| Maybe I should hear her words
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| See she is in the wilds
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| They’re a bright blur
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| Yeah she is in the wilds
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| And she’s swaying in the storm
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| And I’m watching her thoughts form
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| They’re a bright blur
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| See she is in the wilds and the wilds are in her
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| Hallelujah, by and by
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| Through the trees, I can see the sky
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| And all the birds in the canopy seem to be
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| Communicating
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| Are they talking to me? |
| Cuz I am in the wilds
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| C’mon baby take a chance
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| At maybe making some cosmic romance
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| It’s all oceanic, wait and see
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| It’s communicating
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| And right before I panic I say
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| «I am in the wilds and the wilds are in me» |