| Skeleton boy by the side of the road
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| He warned me, he told me
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| He said, «There's this woman, she’s a hurricane
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| She will heal your heart up
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| She is hurrying»
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| He said, «Don't look for holidays
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| Don’t look, just run away
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| Go suffocate, and choke your own cry
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| Go where the water
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| Where the water seeps from the pink sky
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| But behead this woman, she’s a hurricane
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| She will heal your heart up
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| She is hurrying
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| Remember your reflection in a pool, in a puddle"
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| And the leaves sped top-speed towards me
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| And my image was muddled
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| «I'm a lightheaded wonder,» she said
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| «Don't you see my mind slow down?
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| I’m a lightheaded wonder
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| Don’t you see my mind slow down?
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| Slow down?
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| I’ve compassion for strangers
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| An affinity for danger
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| Won’t you be my sacrifice?"
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| «I'm a lightheaded wonder,» She said
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| «Don't you see my mind slow down for you?
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| For you?»
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| You’re a headless woman, you’re a hurricane
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| You will heal my heart up?
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| No, I will heal my own heart up
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| 'cause you are hurting
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| I’m a sunburn slap upon your arm
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| I’ll twist it 'till you break
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| And you’re a hurricane |