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Part of me just won’t show  

what she needs or what she knows

The anger lies beneath the wind

the fury stirs it up again

What did I think would happen

what do I have to lose?

Turn my mourning into dancing

 I put on my high-heeled shoes

I can’t drown my sorrow

breathe through the smoky haze

I don’t want to work tomorrow 

but the Fiddler must be paid.