| Standing in a circle
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| The wolves have come
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| But they won’t bother her, no
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| 'Cause dancing with her hands of leaves
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| She’ll sing for them
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| And ease their hungerin'
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| She’s a quiet warrior
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| Standing at the ocean’s stoney shores
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| The waves all worship her, oh
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| She stands in trust and lets the night swallow her
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| Because she knows that she’s a piece of the sun
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| And a quiet warrior
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| You ask her where from the wind blows
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| She’ll say it’s how the sky sings
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| And you ask her, «How does the sun rise?»
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| She’ll say 'cause you desire it to be seen
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| And you ask her how does she make your heart fly
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| And she’ll tell you
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| You know why
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| She’s your quiet warrior
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| Ravens, they rest on his golden crown
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| And steal your soul
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| He smiles and it feels like you’ve known him
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| Yes, it feels like coming home
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| He’s a quiet warrior
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| And roaring silently, he’s a lion
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| And he’ll hunt for you
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| His eyes are warm because his hands
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| They are made of light
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| And they seduce your soul
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| He’s a quiet warrior
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| You ask him where from the wind blows
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| He says that the earth breathes
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| And you ask him, «How does the sun rise?»
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| He’ll say that she’s got wings
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| And you ask him how does he make your heart fly
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| And he’ll tell you
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| You know why
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| He’s your quiet warrior
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| Ah |