In the international rumble
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She takes a chance and comes to me
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And falling through the cracks we tumble
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Not far at all but enough to see
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We've come to rest our backs against the rubble
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Of a future in uncertainty
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"And I'm so glad you're here" she said
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"And I hate that you're here" she said
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"I wish I didn't need you so much
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To be here"
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It's funny meeting anyone this way
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But there she goes
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Walking her last runway
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The queen of Sarajevo
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We communicate in broken English
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And nervous sighs and apprehension
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As fascinated we are standing witness
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No alcohol could quell the tension
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No kind of clever joke or small talk in this
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No fate denies our soul connection
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"And I'm so glad you're here" she said
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"And I hate that you're here" she said
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"I wish I didn't need you so much
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To be here"
|
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It's funny meeting anyone this way
|
But there she goes
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Walking her last runway
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The queen of Sarajevo
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They say that in the west the blues comes easy
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And the night belongs to the one who plays
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But it's the ancient souls that breathe them deeply
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For the bluest heart is the one who stays
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It's funny meeting anyone this way
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But there she goes
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Watch her walk her last runway
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The queen of Sarajevo
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And it's so funny to be living this way
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But it's time to go
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Leave you standing on the runway
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The queen of Sarajevo
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The queen of Sarajevo
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The Queen Of Sarajevo
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| Blues Traveler |
