| And in the nighttime, she’s beautiful
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| She’s got her mother’s nose
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| But she won’t remember a thing at all
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| 'Cause in your arms, she’s home
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| Here comes the rain again, so strong
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| Oh, you’ll get by until it’s gone
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| She’ll never realize what’s wrong
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| You can survive it all
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| The wind, the rain
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| The storm and and the tidal wave
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| Oh, she’s brave, a soul to save
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| It’s plain to see I don’t believe in fairytales
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| Into the wind she sails
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| Where justice always prevails
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| Oh, baby, sleep until we reach much calmer seas
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| I’ll take you away with me
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| And save you from this disease
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| Stunned by the greatness, he’s miles away
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| I wonder how you’ll cope
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| But we’re here to witness her rise to grace
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| Her south London smile sees hope |