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I know she's right behind me now
without looking back.
I know she will untie me; how,
then, will I pay for that?

And like she was the railroad
Like she was the lost world
Like she was the big hand turning back the sea.
Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
Like she was the only thing holding on to me.

There is no revolution
without boots and song.
Her foot falls like a banner day
and I will song along.

Like she was the anvil
Like she was the fire bell
Like she was the fever I wear like a crown.
Like she was the bomb scare
threatening with heaven,
Like she was the only thing holds me to the ground.

She's pretending to be wide awake,
to be listening to me.
Promises her love to last at least for now
without a moment's peace.

Like she was the tightrope
Like she was the last hope
Like she was the Roosevelt's funeral in the street.
Like she was the wildest voice out of the jungle
Like she was the only thing calling out to me.

Like she was the railroad
Like she was the lost world
Like she was the big hand turning back the sea.
Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
Like she was the only thing holding on to me.

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