Inside her silver house, alone
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She sings a song
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Of water turned to sand
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She waits, her time is her own
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Inside her looking glass
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Black is the color she sees
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While waiting for the sun
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She lives, so patiently
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Young man travelling along
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Passes by a window
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Singing a song
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Feel the wind blow
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As my blood flows
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Through the shadows
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Of my soul, today
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See the rainbows
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As my love grows
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My heart knows
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What my mind won't say
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The living is easy
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I'm born to be free
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The living is easy
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There's no reason to explain
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Sitting in her sitting room, patiently
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She waits for a change, suddenly
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Oh, the changes come
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Hearing a song, her blood begins to flow
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She no longer is alone
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Lying in her sitting room, silently
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He touches her hand, joyfully
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And so love has begun
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With joy in her heart
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She receives his flowing soul
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And love grows
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And it grows
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And it grows
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Inside her purple house
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Oh Lord, filled by her man
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A child begins to grow
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Oh Lord, who can understand
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Baby's House
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Steve Miller |