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She closed her eyes |
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And let the walls of her prison fall away |
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The walls that ached with a timeless wait |
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They had become her walls of this modern tv life |
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She closed her eyes |
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And let them fall away |
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And in her dreams she is standing by an ocean |
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She is gazing out to sea |
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She can remember with just a fleeting glimpse |
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That she was once free |
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So long ago now, so long it was as if it had never been |
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Was it a holiday |
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She thinks it could have been, ah yes, italy |
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And he closes his eyes |
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And he is gone far away |
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Gone from all the confusion |
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Gone from all the pain |
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He can easily see what a pointless waste |
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His modern life has become |
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Chasing the gravy grain |
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Chasing the dollar |
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Chasing the clock |
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Chasing his male friends |
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Chasing the boss |
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Chasing as it was everything |
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It was nothing |
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Only the sound of his own breathing was all he had |
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At the end of the day |
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And reasons to wonder, reasons to cry |
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Too late for this selfish sinner who never asked why |
