| When way back you were silver strung
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| And your eyes would gleam
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| They are gray in the daytime
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| Afraid in the falling pristine
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| They found you deep inside your den
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| They hoped to your bones
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| And then they scorched you to court you
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| But you’re firmly dying instead
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| What has become of you now that you fled?
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| Ohhh Ohh
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| Ohh Ohh Ohh
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| Ohh Ohh Ohh
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| By trading the serene
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| Where your earrings used to be
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| And you’re dancing like a beautiful figurine
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| Some say although it stuck in the sands of the time in between
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| Ohh Ohh
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| Ohh Ohh Ohh
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| Ohh Ohh Ohh
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| Get out of the knife clubs
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| And into the light
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| The sea will surround you
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| The sea will surround you
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| The sea will surround you
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| The sea which surrounds you
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| The sea will surround you
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| The sea will surround you
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| Get out of the knife clubs
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| And into the light
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| The sea will surround you
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| The sea which surrounds you
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| The sea which surrounds you
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| The sea which surrounds you
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| The sea which surrounds you
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| What has become of you now Christine? |