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(tim mensy/gary harrison) |
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Thirty years today she's been upon this earth |
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And she can't help but wonder what it's all been worth |
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She swears she loves those kids and she doesn't mind that load |
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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 prisoner in this fine suburban home...so |
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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 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 and the ladder that he's climbed |
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But from that high-rise office he can't hear her cry |
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Ringing telephones and decisions to be made |
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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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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 she needs |
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The man she's still in love with when she dreams |
