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so she opens windows wide |
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tries to catch the light |
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her house just grows a little darker |
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no place to hide anywhere in sight |
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tries rearranging household things |
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hopes this will bring some change |
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and uncover traces of her life |
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before the emptiness arrives |
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she moves things around with a sigh |
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like pawns in a game that can save her from questioning why |
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then leaves the room and lets another day go by |
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its just an ordinary sadness |
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that grips her from within |
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theres no pure and simple reason |
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for the darkness rolling in |
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its just an ordinary sadness |
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preying on her mind |
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reminding her of something left behind |
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its just an ordinary life |
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she spends her days sifting through |
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old photos shes found |
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and places them like giant milestones |
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along the road to where she feels her life is bound |
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she gathers in the joys she owns |
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and she spreads them all around |
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hopes they will trigger laughter |
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breathing in .breathing out some other life |
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like the sighing of wind in the trees just before rain |
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and flooding her eye |
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those foolish tears she weeps for all the years gone by |
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its just an ordinary sadness |
|
that grips her from within |
|
theres no pure and simple reason |
|
for the darkness rolling in |
|
its just an ordinary sadness |
|
preying on her mind |
|
reminding her of something left behind |
|
its just an ordinary life |
|
where did it all get up and leave her |
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to a world she had not planned |
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drifting out of reach and far from land |
|
its just an ordinary sadness |
|
that grips her from within |
|
theres no pure and simple reason |
|
for the darkness rolling in |
|
its just an ordinary sadness |
|
preying on her mind |
|
reminding her of something left behind |
|
its just an ordinary life |
