It's not that she walked away,
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her world got smaller.
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All the usual places, the same destinations,
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only something's changed.
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It's not that she wasn't rewarded
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with pomegranate afternoons
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and Mingus, Chet Baker and chess.
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It's not the stampede and fortune
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of prim affectations
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she's off on her own and she knows now
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it's greater than the whole
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of the past
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it's greater
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and now she knows.
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She just wants to be somewhere
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she just wants to be.
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She just wants to be somewhere
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she just wants to be.
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It's not that the transparency
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of her earlier incarnations
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now looked back on, weren't rich
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and loaded
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with beautiful vulnerability
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and now she knows.
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Now is greater
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and she knows that.
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She just wants to be somewhere
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she just wants to be.
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She just wants to be somewhere
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she just wants to be.
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Now is greater
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now is greater
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and she knows that
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She just wants to be somewhere
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she just wants to be.
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She just wants to be somewhere
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she just wants to be.
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It's not like if angels
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could truly look down
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stir up the trappings
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and light on the ground.
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Remind us of what, when,
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why or who?
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The how's up to us, me and you
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and now is greater than the whole
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of the past
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is greater and now she knows that.
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Now she knows.
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She Just Wants To Be
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| R.E.M. |
