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She comes and she goes |
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She travels in whispers |
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She's known by her name, not by her face |
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The lady that cleans up the place |
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She visits your life on mondays and thursdays |
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But not on a birthday, when the family is there |
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She will take care of your ways |
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The lady that cleans up the place |
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She meets the remains |
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The books and the pictures |
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The shoes in the kitchen |
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You're all around |
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But she will be gone |
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The minute she's finished |
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The love she put in it |
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That's where she's found |
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Maybe it's strange |
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But this is the way Maria is living her life day to day |
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Maybe it's odd, but is is her lot |
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A home becomes her own |
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She comes and she goes, travels in whispers |
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Sure you will miss her, if you send her away |
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A silent goodbye |
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She's just a bit homesick |
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But knows that it won't stick |
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She will get by |
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Maybe it's strange |
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But this is the way Maria is living her life day to day |
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Maybe it's odd, but is is her lot |
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A home becomes her own |
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Your home becomes her own |
