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Chimes sing Sunday mornToday's the day she's swornTo steal what she never could ownAnd race from this hole she calls homeNow you're at the wheelTell me how, how does it feel?So good to have equalisedTo lift up the lids of your eyesAs the miles they disappearSee land begin to clearFree from the filth and the scumThis American satelite's wonShe'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfallShe'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfallSee the steeple pineThe hills as old as timeSoon to be put to the testTo be whipped by the winds of the westStands on shifting sandsThe scales held in her handsThe wind it just whips her and wailsAnd fills up her brigantine sailsShe'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfallShe'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfall
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Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today's the day she's sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home
Now you're at the wheel
Tell me how, how does it feel?
So good to have equalised
To lift up the lids of your eyes
As the miles they disappear
See land begin to clear
Free from the filth and the scum
This American satelite's won
She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall
She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall
See the steeple pine
The hills as old as time
Soon to be put to the test
To be whipped by the winds of the west
Stands on shifting sands
The scales held in her hands
The wind it just whips her and wails
And fills up her brigantine sails
She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall
She'll carry on through it all
She's a waterfall
medio bala esto
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