| Thirty years today
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| She’s been upon this earth
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| And she can’t help but wonder what its all been worth
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| She swears she loves those kids
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| And she doesn’t mind at all
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| But there ain’t much conversation with a three year old
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| She’s trapped inside these walls
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| A prisnor in this fine surburban home
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| So she dreams, she dreams
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| He’ll come home from work and carry her away
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| And he’ll see, that she needs
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| The man she’s still in love with when she dreams
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| And he’s proud of his work
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| And the ladder that he climbed
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| But from that high rise office he can’t hear her cry
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| Ringin telephones
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| And decisions to be made
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| And even when he gets home he’s so far away
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| Then he drifts off to sleep
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| And she enters her world of make believe
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| And she dreams, she dreams
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| He’ll come home from work and carry her away
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| And he’ll see, Oh she needs
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| The man she’s still in love with when she dreams |