| Looking back
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| Down that long road you have travelled
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| And I see
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| All the pain that you have suffered
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| A young girl walks on ancient sand
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| Desert flower in her hand
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| Barefoot on the red heartland
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| Innocence makes few demands
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| Heart and soul
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| My soul sister
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| Got that special part of me
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| Such sweet love
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| And deep devotion
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| Who would tame what’s wild and free?
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| Here we are
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| In this crazy, crazy world
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| Circumstance
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| Can lead you on to desperation
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| Love can save the weary heart
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| Or it can tear us all apart
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| I would rather take that chance
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| Than to never trust again
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| Heart and soul
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| My soul sister
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| Got that special part of me
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| Such sweet love and deep devotion
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| Who would tame what’s wild and free?
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| Looking forward
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| Down that long road we might travel
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| And I see
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| All the joy that is recovered
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| See the young boy by the river side
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| He throws a stick to the other side
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| It carries with the rising tide
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| Sometimes we might reach too high
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| Heart and soul
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| My soul sister
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| Got that special part of me
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| Such sweet love and deep devotion
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| Who would tame what’s wild and free?
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| Loving heart so wild and free
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| Who could chance what’s wild and free? |