Behind her eyes there's curtains
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And they are closed to hind the flames
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Remains
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She know's there future's burning
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But she can smile just the same
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And though her mood is fine today
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There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways
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Standing like a statue
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A chin of stone a heart of clay
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Hey
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And though he's to big a man to say
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There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways
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Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away...
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Drifting away... Drifting away...
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Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away...
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Drifting away... Drifting away...
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Parting Ways
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| Eddie Vedder |
