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Now And Then
Now and then behind the rows
Of pearly teeth and fashion clothes
She sees them in the mirror-tiles
Trying on their latest smiles
Light and warmth from spotlight beams
Convincing them their nightmare is a dream
Now and then when they're at rest
Flocked in sleep in cuckoos' nests
Feeling safe no need to hide
She opens doors and windows wide
And poised upon her painted claws
She stretches out her gaudy wings and soars
Far away
Borne by the wind
She roams the sky
No one to say ... too low ... to high
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown
This world is hers alone
But then again behind the rows
She feels the piercing looks of those
Who watch her every move in case
She happens to forget her place
Who sum her up ... deny her flight
Aim their words and shoot her down on sight
Far away
Borne by the wind
She roams the sky
No one to stay ... too low ... too high
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown
This world is hers alone
(guitar solo)
Far away
Borne by the wind
She roams the sky
No one to stay ... too low ... too high
Or count the lonely miles.....
Far away
Borne by the wind
She roams the sky
No one to say ... too low ... too high
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown
This world is hers alone
Far away, far away
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Far away, far away
This world is hers alone
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown
No one to say ... too low ... too high
She roams the sky
Borne by the wind
Far away
Or count the lonely miles.....
No one to stay ... too low ... too high
She roams the sky
Borne by the wind
Far away
(guitar solo)
This world is hers alone
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown
No one to stay ... too low ... too high
She roams the sky
Borne by the wind
Far away
Aim their words and shoot her down on sight
Who sum her up ... deny her flight
She happens to forget her place
Who watch her every move in case
She feels the piercing looks of those
But then again behind the rows
This world is hers alone
Or count the lonely miles that she has flown
No one to say ... too low ... to high
She roams the sky
Borne by the wind
Far away
She stretches out her gaudy wings and soars
And poised upon her painted claws
She opens doors and windows wide
Feeling safe no need to hide
Flocked in sleep in cuckoos' nests
Now and then when they're at rest
Convincing them their nightmare is a dream
Light and warmth from spotlight beams
Trying on their latest smiles
She sees them in the mirror-tiles
Of pearly teeth and fashion clothes
Now and then behind the rows
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