Hana steps out of a storm
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Into a stranger's warm, but
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Hard-up kitchen.
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She sees what must be done
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So she takes off her coat
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Rolls up her sleeves
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And starts pitchin' in.
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Hana has a special knack
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For getting people back on the right track
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'Cause she knows
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They all matter
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So she doesn't argue or flatter
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She doesn't fight the slights
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She takes it on the chin
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Like a champ
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Hana says when life's a drag
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Don't cave in
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Don't put up a white flag
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Raise up
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A white banner
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In this manner-
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Straighten your back
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Dig in your heals
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And get a good grip on your grief!
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Hana says, "Don't get me wrong
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This is no simple Sunday song
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Where God or Jesus comes along
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And they save ya."
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You've got to be braver than that
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You tackle the beast alone
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With all its tenacious teeth!
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Light the lamp.
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Hana
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| Joni Mitchell |
