| She walks on the water from where I stand
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| And she holds my heart in the palm of her hand
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| Though I’m uncertain she understands
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| That she is lovely
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| And there is a light in the back of my mind
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| A film of her sitting by God on the other side
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| And I watch again and again just to find
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| How she is lovely
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| Won’t you come back and haunt me again
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| Rise from the Baltimore snow and begin
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| Covering us who are wandering
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| Out at the edge of the end
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| She tried to hold back the rivers of hell
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| And rose to the angels as her body fell
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| I’ll dance with her when I go there as well
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| For she is lovely
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| Won’t you come back and haunt me again
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| Rise from the Baltimore snow and begin
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| Covering us who are wandering
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| Out at the edge of the end |