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Woman of thirty 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 away |
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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 ' |
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I'm calling' |
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Pack up and drive away away |
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Pack up and drive away |
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Woman of thirty, husband and kids |
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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 away |
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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 away |
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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 |
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Mothers have their ways and uses |
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Driving slowly she was losing |
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Dream was stirring only dozing |
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Eyelids awaken to the daytime |
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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 hear your helpless voice |
