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[00:02.70]Artist：marianne faithfull
[00:06.68]Songs Title：the ballad of lucy jordan
[00:11.06]The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan
[00:21.85]In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
[00:32.27]As she lay there neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
[00:40.57]Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.
[00:45.99]At the age of thirty-seven she realised shed never
[00:56.24]Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
[01:06.84]So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
[01:14.42]Little nursery rhymes shed memorised in her daddys easy chair.
[01:23.66]Her husband, hes off to work and the kids are off to school,
[01:31.14]And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
[01:40.19]She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
[01:46.67]Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
[01:56.43]At the age of thirty-seven she realised shed never
[02:02.86]Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
[02:11.36]So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
[02:21.03]Pretty nursery rhymes shed memorised in her daddys easy chair.
[02:29.45]The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan
[02:43.06]On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
[02:51.22]And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
[03:05.20]And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.
[03:14.04]At the age of thirty-seven she knew shed found forever
[03:22.78]As she rode along through paris with the warm wind in her hair ...