| Oh, just sitting while she listens
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| She says I don’t need this place
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| It seems a million years she’s stuck here
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| But says nothing of what she thinks
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| She thinks, «Hey,
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| How did I come to this?
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| I dreamt like anybody else one night
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| I would be a beautiful princess.»
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| But then the roads in the park fall
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| And then she rode the line in And the colors mix together to grey
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| And break me out
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| Oh, when I’m indifferent
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| She prays to God most every night
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| Although she swears He doesn’t listen
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| There’s hope in her that He just might
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| She says, «I pray
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| But then my prayer fall on deaf ears
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| I’m supposed to take it all myself
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| To get out of this place.»
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| She feels the lumps in the heart fall
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| And she rose up in the back
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| She hears the cars scream out from outside
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| And she whispers sometimes about this
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| But the colors mix together to grey
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| And wake me up Oh, he grows up living
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| He says take what you can from your dreams
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| Make them real as anything
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| It takes the work out of the courage
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| She said, «Please,
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| There’s a crazy man standing outside my door
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| I live on the corner of a dead end street
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| At the end of the world.»
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| Oh, and the rocks out in the heart fall
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| And she dreams her way to life
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| And she knows no one will lift her
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| So she might as well do it herself
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| And then bummed out and worried
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| Of leaving city life
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| But all the colors mix together to grey
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| On Grey Street
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| On Grey Street
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| To Grey Street
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| Oh, when it comes down in your loving
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| Oh, well then baby it’s right
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| You say you think you are nothing
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| No one else will do it for you
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| Reach up and grab hold of the sunlight
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| When you are waiting for what’s right
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| You’re holding on your Heaven
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| Won’t leave you, yeah, yeah…
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| And the colors mix together to grey
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| Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up To grey |