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When way back you were silver strung |
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And your eyes would gleam |
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They are gray in the daytime |
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Afraid in the falling pristine |
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They found you deep inside your den |
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They hoped to your bones |
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And then they scorched you to court you |
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But you're firmly dying instead |
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What has become of you now that you fled? |
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Ohhh Ohh |
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Ohh Ohh Ohh |
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Ohh Ohh Ohh |
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By trading the serene |
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Where your earrings used to be |
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And you're dancing like a beautiful figurine |
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Some say although it stuck in the sands of the time in between |
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Ohh Ohh |
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Ohh Ohh Ohh |
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Ohh Ohh Ohh |
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Get out of the knife clubs |
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And into the light |
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The sea will surround you |
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The sea will surround you |
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The sea will surround you |
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The sea which surrounds you |
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The sea will surround you |
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The sea will surround you |
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Get out of the knife clubs |
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And into the light |
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The sea will surround you |
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The sea which surrounds you |
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The sea which surrounds you |
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The sea which surrounds you |
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The sea which surrounds you |
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What has become of you now Christine? |
