Words and Music: Jim Johnston
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Keyboards: Sarah Barron
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She's in love with the night, a silent refuge from voices that descend on her in spite
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They keep saying she's strange, that don't matter
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She knows that she doesn't have to if she doesn't want to, she isn't going to change.
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They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
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Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
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She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
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Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
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They tell her she's wrong.
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Things go bump in the night, she lights a candle that chases the shadows from her sight.
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When things bump in the day, it's not imaginary things
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It's the hurt from all the painful things they didn't have to say.
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They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
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Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
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She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
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Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
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And it's time to move on...
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She sometimes cries in the night,
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Worried by fears bourne of hope from a beyond her years insight,
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She's learned life can be strange, she's not seeking their approval,
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They cannot reach her, they cannot touch her, and some things cannot change.
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They tell her good girls go to heaven, others everywhere.
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Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
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She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
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Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
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They tell her no one gets to heaven unless they approve,
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Only when that rumble bowls them over will they move.
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Dancing to a distant drum she knows is not the easy way,
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Waiting for the time when being different is okay..
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She knows what's going on.
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Limelight
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Jim Johnston |