| The cars pass by outside
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| From one sign to the next
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| She tries to listen, tries to care,
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| Pretending he knows best
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| She’s afraid of what she’s done
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| Not knowing what it is,
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| She prays for something, prays for his sins,
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| Someday she’ll find rest
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| But the time is never right,
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| No it’s never right,
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| To step outside her life
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| To find what’s been lost
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| She’ll sleep on it tonight
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| A voice she left behind,
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| Tells her that there’s time
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| She bears the burden, blames her own sin
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| Hopes she’ll change her mind
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| The pain that never hides,
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| A reflection from inside
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| She conceals the message, buries her head,
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| Tells herself she’s fine
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| But her eyes, they say goodbye
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| No, they never lie
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| The windows to her life
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| To find, what’s been lost,
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| She’ll sleep on it tonight
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| She feels alive without a reason
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| Love, pain, tonight, she finally listens
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| She comes alive, without a reason
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| Love, faith, tonight, she finally lïstens |