Here she comes
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All she sees she keeps
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No one gonna take it away
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Her eyes are young and old
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The kind that ancients sold
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To celebrate a victory
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The trail she leaves
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Is dark, doubt and dread
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And all the mouths she's ever fed
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Round, round, round like the world she turns
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It's a playback stuck inside your head
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Yeah, I see you for the first time
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And baby I just wanna leave
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Yeah, I know you, it's the last time
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I'm all messed up
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I got nothing to take your place
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There's a past she keeps
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In a depression jar
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She opens like a secret cave
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Who she was before
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And what her life's become
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Is built upon the love she craves
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I'm going down down down
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There's nothing here
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And baby you can't hold me up
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I'm going down down down
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Even deeper still
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'Cause this world has gotten so fucked up
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Yeah, I see you for the first time
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And baby I just wanna leave
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Yeah, I know you it's the last time
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I'm all messed up
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I got nothing to take your place
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Yeah take your place
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Yeah, I see you for the first time
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And baby I just wanna leave
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Yeah, I know you, it's the last time
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I'm all messed up
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I got nothing to take your place
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Yeah take your place
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Yeah take your place
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Yeah take your place
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Take Your Place
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| John Cale |
