She belongs there left with her liberty
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Never known as a non-believer
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She laughs and stays in the won-won-won-wonderful
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She knew how to gather the forest when
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God reached softly and moved her body
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One golden locket
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Quite young and loving her mother and father
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Farther down the path was a mystery
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Through the recess the chalk and numbers
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A boy bumped into the won-won-won-wonderful
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All fall down and lost in the mystery
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Lost it all to a non-believer
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And all that's left is a girl
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Who's loved by her mother and father
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She'll return in love with the mystery
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Never known as a non-believer
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She'll sigh and thank God for won-won-won-wonderful
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Wonderful
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| Brian Wilson |
