She carries the water from the well in the morning
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while the sand burns her feet the sun only stares
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and the loneliness lingers with slow grasping fingers
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as the afternoon withers the flowers in her hair
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Then night fills the sky as she sits on the hillside
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and memories drift by like clouds past the stars
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recalling romances and all the bright chances
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but none of them lasted. they passed through her heart
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And she says -
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where is a man who can build a good fire
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with a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
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a man whose hand is strong as his longing
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where is the man who can lasso the moon
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She falls asleep and her dreams are her blanket
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and she shares with the moon the secret she knows
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as the dawn leaves its tears to wash the dry valley
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the tears of a woman can wash a man's soul
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And she says -
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where is a man who can build a good fire
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with a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
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a man whose hand is strong as his longing
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where is the man who can lasso the moon
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And she says -
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where is a man who can build a good fire
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with a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
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a man whose hand is strong as his longing
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where is the man who can lasso the moon
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and I say -
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I am a man who can build a good fire
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and my passion's as wide as the sky at high noon
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come take my hand, it's as strong as your longing
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just say the word and I'll lasso the moon
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Lasso The Moon
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Level 42 |