| High on a hill, deep in a forest
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| At the end of a lonely road
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| Inside a house of New Zealand timber
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| Lives a young queen all on her own
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| She took me in and did her healing
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| And said 'You can stay if you know when to go
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| But don’t take too much when you start your stealing
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| Just a little’s enough-you're the one who should know'
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| You will fall, you will fall
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| Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems
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| You will fall, you will fall
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| Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream
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| She sat me down at her dark piano
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| And said 'Can you play me that old Spanish song?
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| I know a verse and all of the chorus
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| But there’s just one chord I keep getting wrong'
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| She threw down three coins and said 'There's a purpose
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| In all that we do, every fall of a leaf
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| Now drink from this cup, I made you a potion
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| And lay yourself down and get you some sleep'
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| You will fall, you will fall
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| Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems
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| You will fall, you will fall
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| Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream
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| I woke to the sound of somebody strumming
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| She held in her hands a parlour guitar
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| She said 'If you like this song that I’m strumming
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| Take it with you, it’s only a prayer'
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| You will fall, you will fall
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| Nothing but a dream, nothing as it seems
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| You will fall, you will fall
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| Nothing as it seems, nothing but a dream |