(Eleanor McEvoy)
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The black and white
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Is clear to see
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It’s shades of grey
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Are puzzling me
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Shades of feeling like
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My body’s buried deep,
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Half asleep, half asleep.
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It’s a very deep hole,
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With very steep sides,
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I can’t climb out
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I’m trapped inside
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It’s a very deep hole,
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With very steep sides
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I can’t climb out
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Lord knows I’ve tried,
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But I’m trapped inside
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You know I’ve tried,
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But I’m trapped inside.
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What is it with me,
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I make no sense
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Why is it
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I talk in future tense.
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When I’m s’posed to sing
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My voice it goes to shout
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"Can’t break out, I can’t break out".
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Repeat CHORUS
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All my climbing up has me nowhere,
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All of this can get too much to bear
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All I’m tryin’ to do is mend this beat up heart
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That’s a start, that’s a start.
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Trapped Inside
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| Eleanor McEvoy |
