| Tonight the
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| Tonight the hills are watching her
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| As she runs towards the sea
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| Yeah she runs so she’ll be free
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| And of all the friends and enemies she’s made along the way
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| They are no where in her thoughts
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| As she dives beneath the waves
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| And he’s the one that you’ve seen sometimes on TV
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| And his shirt is on the ground
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| While he’s tackled by police
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| And the parcel that he throws across the bridge into the creek
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| It’ll flow towards the sea
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| It will meet with her tomorrow
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| No place
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| Some time
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| We’ll clear
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| Our eyes
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| And when
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| You’re down
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| I’ll come around
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| And all the
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| Places she’s been along the way
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| Flames are licking at their walls
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| Night glows with their remains
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| From far away the animals come gather round to see
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| But she knows not how they feel
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| And she knows not what it means
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| When she was young we’d ask her what she’d like to be
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| And she’d close her eyes and dream
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| Now we’re no where in her thoughts
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| As she dives beneath the waves
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| A place
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| I’ve found
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| Could be
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| All ours
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| But I’ve seen
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| Where you
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| Would rather be |