There was lung-cold steel in the way I feel without her
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There were mystic eyes shinin' through the lies about her
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Palmyra
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My actu'l grip on life was gone
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I was livin' in my dream
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When along came a man on a tortoise shell
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The strangest I did see
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He said "come ride upon my back.
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Although the pace is slow
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I've no intention of turning back
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From where you want to go-ho"
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And there was Jessica, long and dark'ning
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An under-rated queen
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To laugh is fine
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To fool, divine
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But keep your thinking clean
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And here Miranda stood much taller
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Softly flowing grace
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Why was the smirk now getting smaller
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Painted on my face?
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Palmyra
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Palmyra
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| The Guess Who |
