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Now and then behind the rows |
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Of pearly teeth and fashion clothes |
| [00:08.670] |
She sees them in the mirror-tiles |
| [00:11.770] |
Trying on their latest smiles |
| [00:16.160] |
Light and warmth from spotlight beams |
| [00:19.410] |
Convincing them their nightmare is a dream |
| [00:27.330] |
Now and then when they're at rest |
| [00:30.150] |
Flocked in sleep in cuckoos' nests |
| [00:34.520] |
Feeling safe no need to hide |
| [00:37.770] |
She opens doors and windows wide |
| [00:41.710] |
And poised upon her painted claws |
| [00:45.400] |
She stretches out her gaudy wings and soars |
| [00:51.210] |
Far away |
| [00:55.020] |
Borne by the wind |
| [00:58.520] |
She roams the sky |
| [01:03.150] |
No one to say ... too low ... to high |
| [01:10.650] |
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown |
| [01:18.150] |
This world is hers alone |
| [01:23.150] |
But then again behind the rows |
| [01:25.960] |
She feels the piercing looks of those |
| [01:30.020] |
Who watch her every move in case |
| [01:32.840] |
She happens to forget her place |
| [01:36.770] |
Who sum her up ... deny her flight |
| [01:41.220] |
Aim their words and shoot her down on sight |
| [01:46.650] |
Far away |
| [01:49.650] |
|
| [01:50.540] |
Borne by the wind |
| [01:53.910] |
She roams the sky |
| [01:58.400] |
No one to stay ... too low ... too high |
| [02:06.090] |
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown |
| [02:13.590] |
This world is hers alone |
| [02:20.650] |
|
| [02:42.530] |
Far away |
| [02:46.100] |
Borne by the wind |
| [02:49.530] |
She roams the sky |
| [02:53.850] |
No one to stay ... too low ... too high |
| [03:01.600] |
Or count the lonely miles..... |
| [03:04.660] |
Far away |
| [03:08.160] |
Borne by the wind |
| [03:11.470] |
She roams the sky |
| [03:16.230] |
No one to say ... too low ... too high |
| [03:24.290] |
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown |
| [03:31.190] |
This world is hers alone |
| [03:34.820] |
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| [03:40.820] |
Far awa |
