| He comes out of silence and opens the door
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| Waiting for someone to die
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| Deep in her heart she is hoping for
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| The long-lost one
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| How could she know when the promise was made?
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| So how can it end in this way?
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| Then four gray walls come tumbling down
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| And just because her skin was brown
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| No wonder she has grown so fast
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| Those four gray walls were meant to last
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| The friends there that she can count upon
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| Take orders, but always the spirit holds
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| Scenes of the never-ending trend
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| She waits for the hours and hours to pass
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| She looks to the hourglass
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| Then four gray walls come tumbling down
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| And just because her skin was brown
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| No wonder she has grown so fast
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| Those four gray walls were meant to last
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| Those four gray walls were meant to last
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| As the shadows come down
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| She sees him leaving
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| She can recall
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| Seems that this fire has lost its form
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| The form of the hourglass
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| The four gray walls came tumbling down
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| And just because her skin was brown
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| No wonder she has grown so fast
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| Those four gray walls were meant to last
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| Those four gray walls were meant to last
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| Those four gray walls
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| Four gray walls |