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a man in a grey suit whispered i m calling
eyelids awaken to the daytime
Perfect imagery is a gleaming, i can t help your helpless voice Tuesday, driving slower she was losing
husband and kids
it was her birthday tuesday morning
Dream was stirring only dozing, woman of thirty there s no choice MESH, just an illusion broken sunshine
Packed up her suitcase started to run, woman of thirty there s no choice
Pack up and drive away, husband and kids, a man in a grey suit whispered i m calling
woman of thirth
Reasons fight against excuses, no more shattered clouds were deeming, eyelids awaken to the daytime
Woman of thirty seeing the sun, mumbled words and feeling dizzy
perfect imagery is a gleaming
Pack up and drive away, packed up her suitcase started to run, three thousand miles of honesty dreaming
Woman of thirty there s no choice, i can t help your helpless voice MESH, it was her birthday tuesday morning
three thousand miles of honesty dreaming
Pack up and drive away, a man in a grey suit whispered i m calling
Woman of thirth, reasons fight against excuses
It was her birthday tuesday morning, dream was stirring only dozing, i can t help your helpless voice
Three thousand miles of honesty dreaming, perfect imagery is a gleaming
Pack up and drive away, woman of thirty seeing the sun
Woman of thirty there s no choice, realisation gradually dawning
Realisation gradually dawning, realisation gradually dawning
Mumbled words and feeling dizzy, it was her birthday tuesday morning, reasons fight against excuses
Woman of thirty there s no choice, three thousand miles of honesty dreaming Tuesday, three thousand miles of honesty dreaming
Husband and kids, no more shattered clouds were deeming MESH, woman of thirty seeing the sun
chained like a dog she had to rid
no point in coping off came the lid
Pack up and drive away, pack up and drive away, realisation gradually dawning
i can t help your helpless voice
Looking for someone looking for none, just an illusion broken sunshine, mothers have their ways and duties
Looking for someone looking for none, woman of thirty there s no choice, no point in coping off came the lid
Woman of thirth, perfect imagery is a gleaming Tuesday, husband and kids