| Precious girl from the countriside
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| The only daughter of a farmer’s bride
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| With so much to fear and so much to hide
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| And she hides
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| She’s resigned it seems and exausted too
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| She’s got memories of a dream that got lost en route
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| But her eyes still gleam from across the room
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| I write a love song for a prostitute
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| Sunlight, sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| And her hair falls over her shoulder
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| She’s so elegant as she was older
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| I was there on the day that they sold her
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| While she went away where they told her
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| And she prays to You in the Issan rain
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| She prayed but she never knew Your name
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| She prayed to You but You never came
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| She prays still but it still stays the same
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| Sunlight, sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| She wants to feel
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| Sunlight, sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| Maybe I lost myself in this venture
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| I can drink more but I cant quench thirst
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| I can knock on the door but I cant enter
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| I’m not free anymore if shes indentured
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| She prayed to You in the Isaan rain
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| She prayed but she never knew Your name
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| She prayed to You but You never came
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| She prays still but it still stays the same
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| Sunlight, sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| She wants to feel
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| Sunlight, sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| Alabaster parfume on Your feet from her hair
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| Shes the last in the room and the first to care
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| She held You at the tomb with the dew in the air
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| Cruel spears in Your side on the hill she was there
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| On the wall with the spies under pale moon
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| Hiden there by her side in the back of the room
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| She’s a child and a bride in Sahara dune
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| She’s a daughter od Syria and Camaroon
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| From the streets of Brazil
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| To the hills of Thailand
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| On the bullets strewn fields of Uganda sand
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| She’s maybe fifteen, shes american
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| She’s praying are You listening
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| So You understand?
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| Sunlight, sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| She wants to feel
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| Sunlight, sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| She wants to feel
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| Sunlight
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| On her face, on her face
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| She wants to feel
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| Sunlight
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| On her face, on her face |