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Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken |
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And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken |
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Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers |
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And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers |
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There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour |
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And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower |
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As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him |
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And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer |
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There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door |
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But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more |
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There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor |
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And you're torn if you should leave him with a number |
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And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away |
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Because too many of his promises got broken on the way |
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So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say |
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And you tell him that you're never coming home |
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She starts running for the railway station praying that her calculation's right |
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And there's a train just waiting there to get her to the city before night |
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A place to sleep a place to stay will get her through another day |
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She'll take a job she'll find a friend she'll make a life that's better |
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The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella |
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And there's nothing they can do for her, there's nothing they can tell her |
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There's nothing they could ever say would change the way she feels today |
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She'd live the life she'd always dreamed if he had only let her |
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Now in her imagination she's a million miles away |
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When too many of his promises got broken on the way |
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So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say |
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And she told him she was never coming home |
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She told him she was never coming home |
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I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head |
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I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to let me lie |
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It's time for work it's time to go but something's different I don't know |
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I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better |
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I stumble to the bathroom door, her make up bag is on the floor |
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It really is a mess this place it takes some time to shave my face |
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I'm not really thinking straight she never lets me sleep this late |
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I'm almost done and then I see the letter |
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In his imagination she's a universe away |
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Too many of his promises got broken on the way |
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So she wrote it in a letter all things she couldn't say |
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And she told him she was never coming home, |
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She told him she was never coming home, |
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She told him she was never coming home |
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I'm gonna live my life |
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And she told him she was never coming home |
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I'm gonna live my life in my own way |
