Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, 'Hey, how did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.''
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the
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