| Amy’s gone
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| And time rolls on
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| How far?
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| How fast?
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| How long?
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| The last time we saw Amy
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| She was headed for the shore
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| Fighting off the volatile gray skies
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| She said now begins forever
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| And that no one knows their time
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| We bid farewell not knowing
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| That might be our last good-bye
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| Amy was a fighter
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| She cut like Cassius Clay
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| She burned like a fire
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| Despite these rains
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| When time was a question
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| She only knew one song:
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| She’s singing «how far, how fast, how long?»
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| Salvation is a fire
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| In the midnight of the soul
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| It lights up like a can of gasoline
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| Yeah, she’s a freedom fighter
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| She’s a stand up kind of girl
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| She’s out to start a fire
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| In a bar code plastic world
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| Amy was a fighter
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| She cut like Cassius Clay
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| She burned like a fire
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| Despite these rains
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| When time was a question
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| She only knew one song:
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| She’s singing «how far, how fast, how long?»
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| When everything stops moving
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| And I stop to catch my breath
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| And ride my train of thought
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| All the way round
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| My thoughts return to Amy
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| And the fire she’s begun
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| She came when we were freezing
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| And left us burning up
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| Amy was a fighter
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| She cut like Cassius Clay
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| She burned like a fire
|
| Despite these rains
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| When time was a question
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| She only knew one song:
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| She’s singing «how far, how fast, how long?»
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| How long?
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| How long?
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| How long?
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| The last time we saw Amy
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| The last time we saw Amy, yeah
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| The last time we saw Amy
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| The last time we saw Amy, yeah
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| The last time we saw Amy |