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Nilsson |
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She wakes up, she finds herself sleeping in a doorway |
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Wondering how she ever got this way, |
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She fights her tears away then prays for no more sorrow |
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Will tomorrow be the same as yesterday, |
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She tasted from the tree of life which led to hunger |
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Now she wonders how she'll ever carry on. |
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She thinks about the life she knew when she was younger |
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Heaven help her now those days are long since gone. |
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She wakes up, she finds herself sleeping next to no one |
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And it's no fun when there's no one there to see. |
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She looks down at her feet my God they sure look dirty |
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Seven-thirty, time to be or not to be. |
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She cries out won't somebody listen to my story |
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Mourning Glories aren't supposed to have to beg. |
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She wakes up - she finds herself sleeping in a doorway |
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Wonderin' how she ever got that way,. |
