| Passing time in the afternoon
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| Cleaning the bathroom floor
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| Rearrange things in the dining room
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| Covers the chip on the kitchen door
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| The paperboy winks as he hands her a paper
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| He’s cheekier every day
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| She undoes her apron and sinks on the sofa
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| Throws all her household chores away
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| She’s in a fantasy
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| It’s not so hard to see
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| That she is living a lie
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| She’ll never be the same
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| She shuts her eyes again
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| Waves all her worries goodbye
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| Puts on her make-up
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| And smoothes down her dress
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| And finds the right words to say
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| Holds a remaining spark of beauty
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| Escape is only a romance away
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| Troubles come flooding back with her migraine
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| She trembles and shuts her eyes
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| It’s a good thing that friends come in little bottles
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| Time to shake up and prepare for the lies
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| She’s in a fantasy
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| It’s not so hard to see
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| That she is living a lie
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| She’ll never be the same
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| She shuts her eyes again
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| Waves all her worries goodbye
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| Pushing the hair back from her face
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| Shaping her thoughts in the sky
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| Heaven is through her kitchen window
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| «Pity it’s only a dream», she sighs
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| Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor
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| The paperboy cycles away
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| She turns on the stove
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| Soon her husband is home
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| «Hello dear, it’s been such a long day»
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| She’s in a fantasy
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| It’s not so hard to see
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| That she is living a lie
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| She’ll never be the same
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| She shuts her eyes again
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| Waves all her worries goodbye
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| She’s in a fantasy
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| It’s not so hard to see
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| That she is living a lie
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| She’ll never be the same
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| She shuts her eyes again
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| Waves all her worries goodbye |