Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Are you caught in a landslide,
Or an alternate reality.
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Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
She looks like a poor girl, But she needs no sympathy,
Because she’s easy come, easy go,
Agility's high, Combat's low,
And any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to her, to her.
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Shes got no Mama, but she can kill a man,
Can take down bigger things instead,
Just double up, and now it’s dead.
Lost her Mama, when life had just begun,
So now and then she throw's it all away.
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She lost her Mama, oooooh,
But don’t let that make you cry,
She left this thing that brings stuff back tomorrow,
So carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
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She`s got two mates, for when the time has come,
One calms shivers from her spine,
Another gives her some more time.
Or there Mr “Goodbye, everybody”, when shes got to go,
She can leave them all behind and start to sleuth.
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No Mama, oooooooh (any way the wind blows),
But she ain’t gonna die,
I sometimes think she’d never been there at all.
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I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning?
She can benefit from frightening see.
(You Got Leo?) I Got Leo.
(You Got Leo?) I Got Leo.
I Got Leo. And Quicko!
Magnifico-o-o-o-o.
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She looks like a poor girl, nobody loves her.
But shes not a "poor girl" from a poor family,
She even steals cash from these monstrosities.
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She`s easy come, easy go, will you let her go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let her go. (watch her go!)
Bismillah! We will not let her go. (watch her go!)
Bismillah! We will not let her go. (watch her go!)
Will not let her go. (watch her go!)
Never let her go (Never, never, never, never let her go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, mama here, no mama here (No Mama here, Watch her go.)
Tests aint a prob when shes got Will to Survive, you see, you see, you seeee
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Dont you think they can stone her and spit in her eye
Don’t you think her low combat will cause her to die.
No, baby, can't do that to her, baby,
She can always get out, she can even get right "outta here".
(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
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Nothing really matters,
When she can just flee,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to Wendy.
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Any way the wind blows.