woman of thiry seeing the sun
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packed up her suitcase started to run
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looking for someone looking for none
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pack up and drive away
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it was her birthday tuesday morning
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realisation gradually dawning
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a man in a grey suit whispered `i'm calling'
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pack up and drive away
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woman of thirty, husband and kids chained like a dog she had to rid
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no point in coping off came the lid
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pack up and drive away
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three thousand miles of honesty dreaming
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perfect imagery is a gleaming
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no more shattered clouds were deeming
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pack up and drive away
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in her heart it wasn't easy
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mumbled words and feeling dizzy
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reasons fight against excuses driving slower she was losing
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dream was stirring only dozing
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eyelids awaken to the daydream
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just an illusion broken sunshine
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woman of thirty there's no choice
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i can't help our helpless voice
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Tuesday
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| Yaz |
