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She’s the girl, the only girl
The one who likes her Sundays in the rain
Tuning in the radio
To greet the morning headlines with champagne

She keeps a journal by the bed
And jars of fruit her mother sent from home
All wrapped up in a ribbon bow
Stroking out her schedule with a comb

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And in the end, you gotta walk, you gotta run, you gotta fly
When loving her is easy and she’s shining like a star
Sing it to the sun and to the rain and to the sky
No matter how or why you gotta walk, you gotta run, you gotta fly

I saw her in a dream today
Sneaking past the horses in the mist
Striding through the desert night
A filament of sunlight in her fist

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So she's the girl, the only girl
The girl who hangs a bell out on the tides
I kiss her in the morning sun
I hold her while the wolf moon rides

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from Sinatra's Bones (album, 2014), released March 1, 2014

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Floyd Thursby Melbourne, Australia

"Floyd Thursby has a fascinating voice. But of course, all that would be insignificant without great songs as vehicles for that voice. Thursby has armfuls of them." (Rhythms magazine)

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