| If it’s two days 'til tomorrow
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| Voices call. |
| ing to me
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| And their echoes fall around me
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| Like the wild foaming sea
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| And she’s coming (she's coming)
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| I can hear her cries surround me
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| She’s coming (she's coming)
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| And it is no mystery at all to me (coming)
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| (Ah…) The princess who will mesmerize
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| (Ah…) With lights of diamonds in her eyes
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| (Ah…) She’s coming
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| (Ah…) An ember on a glowing fire
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| (Ah…) That’s starry midnight of desire
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| (Ah…) She’s coming
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| (Ah, ah, ah…)
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| I am painting words of color, everything I can see
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| (Ah…) And the pastel shades of twilight fall on her tenderly
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| And she’s coming (she's coming)
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| I can hear her cries delighting me
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| She’s coming (she's coming)
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| And it is no mystery at all to me (she's coming)
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| Waiting and watching for her to appear, she’s near
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| Do I dream…
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| She’s coming… (Ah…)
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| (Ah…) The princess who will mesmerize
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| (Ah…) With lights of diamonds in her eyes
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| (Ah…) She’s coming
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| (Ah…) An ember on a glowing fire
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| (Ah…) That’s starry midnight of desire
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| (Ah…) She’s coming
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| (Ah…) She’s coming…
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| (Ah…) She’s coming…
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| (Ah…) She’s coming…
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| (Ah…) She’s coming… |