| Isabel’s daughter, she’ll turn around, 'round, 'round
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| Walking on water, don’t let her drown, drown, drown
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| Don’t let her drown, drown, drown
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| Staring at distorted images
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| Passing slowly stretching limitless
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| Blinking, dull, and unremarkable
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| From the window of her second-hand car
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| Isabel’s daughter, her turn to dream, dream, dream
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| Frozen, she falters, what does she believe, 'lieve, 'lieve?
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| What does she believe, 'lieve, 'lieve?
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| Early to be broken wide, it seems
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| Held toward a common reasoning
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| Full of open-ended mysteries
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| Built on stark and shaky ground
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| One sees the mountain from a low plateau
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| Craves experience, but we won’t let go
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| Climbs the fences built of graying stone
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| We lift the barrier, and we watch them run
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| Isabel’s daughter, she’ll turn around, 'round, 'round
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| It’s quiet without her, never a sound, sound, sound
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| She’ll turn around, 'round, 'round
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| Never a sound, sound, sound
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| She’ll turn around, 'round, 'round |