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She's one of a kind
sometimes hard to find
like a rainbow.
Well, she's lost all her glory
and could tell you some stories
that we all should know.
And there's too many hands
being laid on her.
Too many eyes will never see
that it's dragging her down
but you won't hear a sound as
she turns 'round.
Her beauty all aflight
it always seems to turn
the tide at midnight
And for her there is no rest
We are doing what is best
for our future.
One of these days
she may not be so good to you.
One of these days
she might shake you to the ground,
but her fire is still burning
and her heart is still yearning
to be found.
Too many hands
being laid on her
Too many eyes
will never see.
That it's dragging her down
still you won't hear a sound
as she turns 'round.