She, she is a healer
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And she gives me sight
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She's the show
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She comes home and knows love has arrived
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Don't you know that she's out there, somewhere
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Picking me up, from this big black hole
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What does she see in me?
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I can't believe she is real
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Fixing me up, for this big gray world
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Spiritual bandages placed on a wound that will heal
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Takes away all of my vanity
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cleans up my sanity
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Makes me the man I should be, oh
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She, she is a healer
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She gives me sight
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And I know, she is so warm and alive
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She is a feeler, and I feel alright
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She's the show, she comes home
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and knows love has arrived
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Found out today, I have found my gold
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When all of the scenery fades like a picture of old
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Burns away all the calamity
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all the humanity,
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turns on the man I should be, Oh
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She is a healer, she gives me sight
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And I know, she is so warm and alive
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She is a feeler, and I feel alright
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She's the show, she comes home and knows love has arrived
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Hey, she, ohh she, ohh she
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She is a feeler, and I feel alright
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She's the show, she comes home and knows love has arrived.
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Don't you know that she's out there, somewhere?
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Carried away, to a big dark sleep
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My head hits the pillow, I'm praying that she is for real.
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She
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| Rick Springfield |
