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Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she, wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain as it pours
And she fights for her life as she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught by a thread
She pays for the bread and she goes
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain as it pours
And she fights for her life as she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught by a thread
She pays for the bread and she goes
Nobody knows
Nobody knows


And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain as it pours
And she fights for her life as she goes in a store
Where the people are pleasantly strange
And counting the change as she goes
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days   A pretty flower in a vase   A slipper by the fireplace   A cello lying in its case      Soon she’s down the stairs   Her morning elegance she, wears   The sound of water makes her dream   Awoken by a cloud of steam   She pours a daydream in a cup   A spoon of sugar sweetens up      And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat   And she fights for her life on the train   She looks at the rain as it pours   And she fights for her life as she goes in a store   With a thought she has caught by a thread   She pays for the bread and she goes   Nobody knows      Sun been down for days   A winter melody she plays   The thunder makes her contemplate   She hears a noise behind the gate   Perhaps a letter with a dove   Perhaps a stranger she could love      And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat   And she fights for her life on the train   She looks at the rain as it pours   And she fights for her life as she goes in a store   With a thought she has caught by a thread   She pays for the bread and she goes   Nobody knows   Nobody knows         And she fights for her life as she puts on her coat   And she fights for her life on the train   She looks at the rain as it pours   And she fights for her life as she goes in a store   Where the people are pleasantly strange   And counting the change as she goes   Nobody knows   Nobody knows   Nobody knows