Behind her eyes there's curtains
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And they've been closed to hide the flames, remains
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She knows their future's burning
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But she can smile just the same, 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, hey
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And though he's too 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, away
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Drifting away, drifting away, drifting away, away
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Parting Ways
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| Neil Finn |
