Wonder
Lyrics 
Doctors have come from distant cities
Just to see me
Stand over my bed they're disbelieving
What they're seeing
full lyrics... 
Doctors have come from distant cities
Just to see me
Stand over my bed they're disbelieving
What they're seeing
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
basic rock song structures
a subtle use of vocal harmony
acoustic rhythm piano
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
a dynamic female vocalist

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Tigerlily
1995
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1995 
They say, I must be one of the wonders
And laughed as my body she lifted
How I confound you
"Know this child will be gifted
Doctors have come from distant cities
No explanation
Of God's own creation
Of my story
They turn to my head, they try to steal the glory
"Know this child will be able"
"Know this child will be able"
To your balance, I'm over your heads
People see me, I'm a challenge
Just to see me
To know and I must be one of the wonders
And astound you
And laughed as she came to my mother
Make her way, make her way"
And as far as they see they can offer
Of God's own creation
What they're seeing
And laughed as my body she lifted
And as far as you see you can offer
Fate, fate smiled and and destiny
Of God's own creation
I believe
She'll make her way, make her way
And as far as they see they can offer
They say, I must be one of the wonders
Fate, fate smiled and and destiny
Laughed as she came to my cradle
"Know this child will be gifted"
With love, with patience and with faith
I believe
Stand over my bed they're disbelieving
Publisher: INDIAN LOVE BRIDE MUSIC
She'll make her way, make her way"
Newspapers ask such intimate questions
No explanation
They want confessions
No explanation
Songwriter: Natalie Merchant
With love, with patience and with faith
"Know this child will not suffer
And as she came to my cradle
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