| She sits alone and stares out the window
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| The thoughts pour out, the morning sun pours in
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| She paints a smile on her lips
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| And looks at herself in the mirror as her day begins
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| She scrubs in basins never clean
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| It won’t wash off the smell of compromise
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| He opens the door for her, there’s kindness in his smile
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| But she loathes the need in his eyes
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| She can’t stand to have him around
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| But she always misses him when he’s gone
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| She burns like an effigy, when he’s gone
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| It makes her mad how attached she’s become
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| And if it were up to me, I’d prove her wrong
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| But it’s too bad it’s someone else’s song
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| He might come home after she’s sleeping
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| And quietly admire the smile on her lips
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| He crawls up beside her, she presses it
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| All up against him, and dreams |