| Sun been down for days
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| A pretty flower in a vase
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| A slipper by the fireplace
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| A cello lying in its case
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| Soon she’s down the stairs
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| Her morning elegance she wears
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| The sound of water makes her dream
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| Awoken by a cloud of steam
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| She pours a daydream in a cup
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| A spoon of sugar sweetens up
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| And she fights for her life
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| As she puts on her coat
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| And she fights for her life on the train
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| She looks at the rain as it pours
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| And she fights for her life
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| As she goes in a store
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| With a thought she has caught by a thread
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| She pays for the bread
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| And she goes
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| Nobody knows
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| Sun been down for days
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| A winter melody she plays
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| The thunder makes her contemplate
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| She hears a noise behind the gate
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| Perhaps a letter with a dove
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| Perhaps a stranger she could love
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| And she fights for her life
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| As she puts on her coat
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| And she fights for her life on the train
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| She looks at the rain as it pours
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| And she fights for her life
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| As she goes in a store
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| With a thought she has caught by a thread
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| She pays for the bread
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| And she goes
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| Nobody knows
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| Nobody knows
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| And she fights for her life
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| As she puts on her coat
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| And she fights for her life on the train
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| She looks at the rain as it pours
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| And she fights for her life as she goes in a store
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| Where people are pleasantly strange
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| And counting the change
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| As she goes
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| Nobody knows
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| Nobody knows
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| Nobody knows |