(Nicky Mehta))
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Imagine you're a girl on ten mile stilts
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You travel round the world, taking it all in
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You'll never touch the ground
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Is it a blessing or a curse
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And if you're too high to be found
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Are you lost or just rehearsed
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Got a heart that opens clear in this cool September dark
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It rests on treetop leaves
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And bursts its little sparks
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And sometimes it sings its songs
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And it lets its secrets out
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Except for one that sears inside
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That it cannot live without
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But if I tell you will you take it
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Will you shine it up to me
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Can you be strong to let me go on
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And set this freedom free
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The stars are out tonight
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Up here they're ripe to hold
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But I have learned what comes to those who get too close
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I'm no Icarus in flight
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And I'm old enough to know
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That love is patient, but still unyielding
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If you leave it long enough it lets you go
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But if I tell you wil you take it
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Will you shine it up to me
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Can you be strong to let me go on
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Ten Mile Stilts
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| The Wailin' Jennys |
