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She stands all alone |
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You can hear her hum softly |
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From her fire escape in the sky |
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She fills the bags 'neath her eyes |
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With the moonbeams |
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And cries 'cause the world's passed her by |
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Didn't time sound sweet yesterday? |
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In a world filled with friends |
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You lose your way |
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She's a haunted house |
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And her windows are broken |
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And the sad young man's gone away |
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Her bathrobe's torn |
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And tears smudge her lipstick |
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And the neighbors just whisper all day |
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Didn't time sounds sweet yesterday? |
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In a world filled with friends |
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You lose your way |