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Jan 2013
She will ask for your eyes
Even if she has to mime
On her tongue lies a lime
And it stings, and it stings
She is salt in the dark
And she screams like a lark
She prays that she's left her mark
On his heart, on his heart
But he smiles and he grins
And she knows she cannot win
That her love must be a sin
And she'll burn, and she'll burn
She sees his flags waving
But to him its all the same
She hears the thunder calling
And it calls her by her name
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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