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Chimes sing Sunday morn
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Today's the day she's sworn
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To steal what she never could own
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And race from this hole she calls home
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Now you're at the wheel
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Tell me how, how does it feel?
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So good to have equalised
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To lift up the lids of your eyes
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As the mile they disappear
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See land begin to clear
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Free from the filth and the scum
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This American satelites won
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She'll carry on through it all
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She's a waterfall
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She'll carry on through it all
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She's a waterfall
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See the steeple pine
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The hills as old as time
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Soon to be put to the test
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To be whipped by the winds of the west
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Stands on shifting sands
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The scales held in her hands
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The wind it just whips her away
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And fills up her brigantine sails
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She'll carry on through it all
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She's a waterfall
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She'll carry on through it all
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She's a waterfall
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Waterfall
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| Stone Roses |
