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Solitude stands by the window
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She turns her head as I walk in the room
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I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
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Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
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And she turns to me with her hand extended
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Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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Solitude stands in the doorway
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And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
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By her long cool stare and her silence
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I suddenly remember each time we've met
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And she turns to me with her hand extended
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Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
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And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
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And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
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And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"
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I turn to the crowd as they're watching
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They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
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I wanted to be in there among them
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I see how their eyes are gathered into one
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And then she turns to me with her hand extended
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Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
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And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
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And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
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And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"
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Solitude stands in the doorway
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And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
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By her long cool stare and her silence
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I suddenly remember each time we've met
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And she turns to me with her hand extended
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Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
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Solitude Standing
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| Susanne Vega |
