Woman of thiry seeing the sun
Packed up her suitcase started
Morning, this morning the curtains are shut
I'll ring you in
To your credit to the thirty faces you created
To your
I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for
Midnight it's raining outside, yeah
He must be soaking wet
Everyone is
Looking from a window above, it's like a story of
Blue eyed dressed for every situation
Moving through the doorway of
Write me a letter a face in the hall
Hiding from
Your mother was crying
Your father passed her a handkerchief
Their tear-stained
Fate took a freeway to my room
Said to much while
Sometimes I feel, I'll never belong
I want to get there
Winter sounds the crying
Like an old man slowly dying
And the
When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and
It's over, there's nothing more to say
Silent comes the night
Hey, hey, hey, sweet thing
I give in, I give in,
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