She's got a living stone and rain in her hand
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She doesn't have an umbrella to cover herself
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She's got a living stone and pain in her mind
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All I can do is sing for her and myself
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I wish I can take it away to three thousand light years away
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Don't be afraid, I'll be next to you
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Stone
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| Cibo Matto |
