| She laid her thoughts out on the table
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| With sorrow difficult and bright
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| She had decided to sever her ties
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| As the horizon burned, she turned
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| The wind combed through her hair like high notes
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| Tinkling furrows across the sky
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| There would be tears, flowers, long shadows
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| She could see it now
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| The jets would dive
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| Away, away, away you go
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| Before they push you under
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| Away, away, away you go
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| Before they pull you in
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| She held herself up at the high point
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| A joining of decision and dismay
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| And clay was forming over her feet
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| As the horizon blurred
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| She turned and she knew
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| Away, away, away you go
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| Before they push you under
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| Away, away, you let it go
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| Before it pulls you in
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| Cold into the current, there she goes
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| The way it is, the way it goes
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| The way it gets you down, you know
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| The way it is, the way it goes
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| The way it gets you down
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| Away, away, away you go
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| Before they push you under, you know
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| Away, away, away you go
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| Before it pulls you in
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| Away, away, you let it go
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| Before they put posh under the ground
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| Away, away, you let it go
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| Before it pulls you in |