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Oh, just sitting while she listens* |
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She says I don't need this place |
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It seems a million years she's stuck here |
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But says nothing of what she thinks |
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She thinks, "Hey, |
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How did I come to this? |
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I dreamt like anybody else one night |
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I would be a beautiful princess." |
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But then the roads in the park fall |
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And then she rode the line in |
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And the colors mix together to grey |
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And break me out |
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Oh, when I'm indifferent |
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She prays to God most every night |
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Although she swears He doesn't listen |
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There's hope in her that He just might |
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She says, "I pray |
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But then my prayer fall on deaf ears |
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I'm supposed to take it all myself |
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To get out of this place." |
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She feels the lumps in the heart fall |
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And she rose up in the back |
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She hears the cars scream out from outside |
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And she whispers sometimes about this |
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But the colors mix together to grey |
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And wake me up |
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Oh, he grows up living |
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He says take what you can from your dreams |
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Make them real as anything |
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It takes the work out of the courage |
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She said, "Please, |
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There's a crazy man standing outside my door |
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I live on the corner of a dead end street |
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At the end of the world." |
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Oh, and the rocks out in the heart fall |
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And she dreams her way to life |
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And she knows no one will lift her |
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So she might as well do it herself |
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And then bummed out and worried |
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Of leaving city life |
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But all the colors mix together to grey |
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On Grey Street |
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On Grey Street |
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To Grey Street |
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Oh, when it comes down in your loving |
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Oh, well then baby it's right |
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You say you think you are nothing |
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No one else will do it for you |
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Reach up and grab hold of the sunlight |
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When you are waiting for what's right |
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You're holding on your Heaven |
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Won't leave you, yeah, yeah... |
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And the colors mix together to grey |
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Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up |
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To grey. |
