| She is standing, listening to the wind
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| Darkness lifting her face to the sky
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| Her homecoming laughter
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| Swirling around her
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| Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
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| Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
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| Her memories of wild men standing still
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| In the desert building a fire
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| Holding back the fears
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| And whistling her tune
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| Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
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| She’d run out of kindness
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| She’d run out today
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| She’d run out everything
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| She had to say
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| Wind in the darkness lifted her face
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| And the sky was bursting again
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| Her homecoming laughter
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| Swirling around her
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| Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
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| Dizzy as a top on a chessboard
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| You’re whistling a tune
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| That she’s never heard
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| Holding back the fear in the wind
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| And somebody’s hearing all her thoughts
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| And lifting her face to the sky
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| Lifting her face to the sky
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| Lifting, lifting, lifting her face
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| Lifting, lifting, lifting her face
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| Lifting, lifting, lifting her face
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| Lifting, lifting, lifting her face |