| She comes from places
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| Where time has stopped passing
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| Where the morning sinks in the sea
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| And dusk dawns
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| She makes you promise
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| What you promised to never risk
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| She's everywhere
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| Where you stay and where you escape
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| She comes from foreign lands
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| Where the sea is land and land sea
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| Where the winds are roaring
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| And the rapids whiz
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| And the magpies leave
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| She is fireproof and strong
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| She is vulnerable and tender
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| She comes from foreign lands
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| She stays with you like a dream
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| She turns around when you win
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| And suns in the glory
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| And she owns the strength
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| You always thought was yours
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| When the silence thunders like noise
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| And tightens around the neck
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| When the hoarfrost glitters
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| Then she stands at the door and wants to enter
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| And she comes from strange expanses
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| Where the storm is shelter and shelter storm
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| Where black is white
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| Where mine is yours
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| Where the clear loses its shape
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| She makes silver out of dust
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| She makes honey from salt
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| She comes from foreign lands
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| Where nothing becomes everything
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| She comes from places
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| Where the strongest bars just slip
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| She walks along crooked roads
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| She herself stepped up
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| She is untouched by laws and rules
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| Of summer and winter
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| She smiles at you
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| Just before the sun rises
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| She comes from foreign lands
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| Where the poor brood on gold
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| Where the answer is the question
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| Where the spark is the flame
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| And virtue is the same as guilt
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| You want to take her with you
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| She's going to see what you can do
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| But she comes from foreign lands
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| Where you travel but never reach |