(Vince Bell)
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Well, I've listened to the words you lover's speak
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The sounds of the lover's song
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And I've dreamed all the dreams that a wayward girl dreams
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In a thousand places gone
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Dallas was my late night out
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Radcliffe's served to roust me out
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And Houston lay like Cleveland with the color removed
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And all I ever wanted
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Was to wander and be wooed
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Like a Woman of the Phoenix
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A welcomed Waterloo
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I've seen the sun blaze the breast of the countryside
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I've seen her huddled in a winter freeze
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And I've run cross paths of a thousand lives
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Among the cactus and the white birch trees
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Avloc ran a waterfront bar
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Vito, he was the king of thieves
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And Michael was a rock 'n roll hood from the Odessa plains
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Now, all of them were my kind
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Wild and damn near free
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But, a Woman of the Phoenix is the medicine they need
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Woman Of The Phoenix
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| Nanci Griffith |
