| I know she’s right behind me now
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| Without looking back
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| I know she will untie me; |
| how
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| Then, will I pay for that?
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| And like she was the railroad
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| Like she was the lost world
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| Like she was the big hand turning back the sea
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| Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
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| Like she was the only thing holding on to me
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| There is no revolution
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| Without boots and song
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| Her foot falls like a banner day
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| And I will sing along
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| Like she was the anvil
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| Like she was the fire bell
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| Like she was the fever I wear like a crown
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| Like she was the bomb scare
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| Threatening with heaven
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| Like she was the only thing holds me to the ground
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| She’s pretending to be wide awake
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| To be listening to me
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| Promises her love to last at least for now
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| Without a moment’s peace
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| Like she was the tightrope
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| Like she was the last hope
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| Like she was Roosevelt’s funeral in the street
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| Like she was the wireless voice out of the jungle
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| Like she was the only thing calling out to me
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| Like she was the railroad
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| Like she was the lost world
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| Like she was the big hand turning back the sea
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| Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
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| Like she was the only thing holding on to me |