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
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She Closed Her Eyes
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Chris Rea |