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Beneath the midnight caller |
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She thinks of paper green |
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You never hear them calling her name |
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They just know where they've been |
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You never hear her holler |
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The tears no longer come |
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She reads her daily book of the past |
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That shows of everyone |
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Gray years that show in her hair |
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Can't be, but don't seem to care |
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She unlocks the door |
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And there's no one there |
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She sees a daytime stroller |
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Walk from the night before |
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And though she paints a smile on her face |
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He won't be back no more |
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She's got no saint to follow |
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She's got no place to go |
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Too proud to ask an old friend for help |
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Too proud to let him know |
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Gray years that show in her hair |
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Can't be, but don't seem to care |
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She knocks the door |
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And there's no one there |
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Nobody(Nobody) |
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Nobody(Nobody) |
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Nobody's gonna help you now |
