| She wonders if the flags are waving still
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| She likes to see their colors on the hill
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| Almost like a rainbow over all of this
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| She will fly the flag of nowhere
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| Hidden with the ribbons in her hair
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| Anywhere she goes, she knows it’s always there
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| Never far away from nowhere
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| Nowhere is a place inside her head
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| Though she is not its only citizen
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| No one knows how many souls there may remain
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| Carrying a torch for nowhere
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| Nowhere doesn’t have a government
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| No one can decide how far it may extend
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| She will not surrender nowhere
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| So, she is learning how to play the flute
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| Just because she always wanted to
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| She practices her lessons every afternoon
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| Up and down the scales of nowhere
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| Stumbling across Au Claire de Lune
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| Hour after hour in her basement room
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| Making up a tune for nowhere |