(Cochran, Crowe)
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She picks up all the jigsaw puzzle pieces she can find
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And she walks away.
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If the sun would set right now things would probably seem in time,
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But it's the middle of the day.
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Her timings out again, she's looking for another friend.
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While she's moving, she better keep on walking.
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Well there's a hot desert sun that makes her shiver,
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She's praying for the wave to run the full length of the river
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Men haven't been the same since her daddy died,
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Was he the last real man?
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Two strong hands to lift her up
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And love enough, to understand.
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Everything is cloudy like the last big forest fire,
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No stars no guide.
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This blackened wasteland of a young girls broken heart,
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No place to hide.
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The doors have closed again, straining for this to make sense.
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Taking comfort from what she knows she's getting used to this.
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Well there's a hot desert sun that makes her shiver,
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She's praying for the wave to run the full length of the river.
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Men haven't been the same since her daddy died,
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Was he the last real man?
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Two strong hands to lift her up
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And love enough, to understand
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Full length of the river,
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Full length of the river,
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Full length of the river
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Full Length Of The River
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Russell Crowe & 30 Odd Foot of Grunts |