| She’s always busy caring 'cos that’s all she’s ever done
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| She’s a thousand Florence Nightingales all rolled up into one
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| And (well) people take advantage but she loves her fellow friend
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| With a slow, slow count from ten…
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| When strangers die around her she still cries herself to sleep
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| And she seldom gets the chance to pick the company she keeps
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| And the ring around her finger is a ring around her past
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| And a youth that couldn’t last
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| When people ask if she’s OK she doesn’t even answer
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| Her mind is set on auto-think, for heaven knows how long
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| With the body of an angel and the features of a child
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| She’s miles and miles and miles and miles away
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| She’s the miles away girl, 'cos she’s the miles away girl
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| And she slaps miles and miles of smiles on every face
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| She’s the miles away girl, she’s the miles away girl
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| She’s the miles away girl, right next to (me)
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| She send a men to slumber-land with just one little kiss
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| Her silence is refreshing and her honesty is bliss
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| She’s probably clairvoyant but she never had the call
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| But that’s not long at all…
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| Her head’s up with the stars because she knows that’s where she’s heading
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| The good guys think she’s different the rest just think she’s weird
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| She doesn’t eat, she doesn’t sleep, she’s thinking all the while
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| And maybe you’re the angel I knew that you could be
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| Well that must be the reason you bring out the devil in me
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| Deep under the covers, an easy place to hide
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| And imagine the world isn’t really going on outside
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| But you never seem to have any money 'cos the decent people never get paid
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| But there’s never really ever a problem' cos you can get miles away, miles away,
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| miles away |