And as she weaves her way, through city streets,
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The dawn arrives.
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In concrete glades of metal grass,
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Steel cords are woven tight.
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But she is free, F ...R...double E,
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She was tall, She was high,
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Lord she almost touched the sky,
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Today, I said today,
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She was tall, she was high,
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Lord she almost made me cry,
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Today, she spends her time.
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Beside grey lakes of lead she's harnessed to
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A kneeling form,
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Before the storm subsides, she's flown
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And leaves the body torn.
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But she is free, F ...R...double E,
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She was tall, she was high .....
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SHE WAS TALL, SHE WAS HIGH
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