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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 feelSo 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 satellite's won She'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfall She'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfall See the steeple pineThe hills as old as timeSoon to be put to the testTo be whipped by the winds of the west Stands on shifting sandsThe scales held in her handsThe wind it just whips her and wailsAnd fills up her brigantine sails She'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfall She'll carry on through it allShe's a waterfall more