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She crosses the room with her shadow tight
Long dark hair turning red under the light
A vision of love in an open land
Staring ahead with fire in her hand

But she always knows the sad songs best
And soon she'll think of things she'd rather forget

Then she's gone, gone, gone

She crosses herself but knows it's a trick
To break the spell of rue, be quick
Nothing can stop what's already begun
She'll come back when you've come undone.

But she always knows the sad songs best
And soon she'll think of things she'd rather forget

She's always searching...

Then she's gone, gone, gone
Then she's gone, gone, gone

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