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She wakes up, she finds herself sleeping in a doorway |
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Wondering how she ever got that 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 lead 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's there to see |
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She looks down at her feet, "My God, they sure look dirty |
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7:30, 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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Mournin' glories aren't supposed to happen today |
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She wakes up, she finds herself sleeping in a doorway |
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Wondering how she ever got that way |
