Looking back
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Down that long road you have travelled
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And I see
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All the pain that you have suffered
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A young girl waks on ancient sand
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Desert flower in her hand
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Barefoot on the red heartland
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Innocence makes few demands
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Heart and soul
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My soul sister
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Got that special part of me
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Such sweet love
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And deep devotion
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Who would tame what's wild and free?
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Here we are
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In this crazy, crazy world
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Circumstance
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Can lead you on to desperation
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Love can save the weary heart
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Or it can tear us all apart
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I would rather take that chance
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Than to never trust again
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Heart and soul
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My soul sister
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Got that special part of me
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Such sweet love and deep devotion
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Who would tame what's wild and free?
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Looking forward
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Down that long road we might travel
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And I see
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All the joy that is recovered
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See the young boy by the river side
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He throws a stick to the other side
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It carries with the rising tide
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Sometimes we might reach too high
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Heart and soul
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My soul sister
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Got that special part of me
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Such sweet love and deep devotion
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Who would tame what's wild and free?
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Loving heart so wild and free
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Who could chance what's wild and free?
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Soul Sister
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| Mary Black |
