| She said it was a walk in the sun
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| Cause who could not love the day?
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| And just because the darkness will come
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| Why should we fear the rain?
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| We always say what young girls wear
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| In those stories where they end
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| When underneath is the who, what, why, how
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| And she just went to meet a friend
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| Sing for me they said
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| Sing for me
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| And just because she looked her own way — black, blue
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| They found so much to say
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| That names became those sticks, stones, fists, bones
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| No one gets to walk away
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| Sing for me they said
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| Sing for me
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| She wasn’t seen for 15 days
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| She wasn’t really seen at all
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| And on the day the earth was thrown
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| No one
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| Could ever fill the hole
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| Don’t tell us where the pretty boys are
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| Don’t tell us what they want us all to be
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| I’m dancing with the quircky girls
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| We are singing for the sea |