One of those days
|
that just comes and goes
|
it's not so special
|
she watches the birds
|
that rest on a ledge
|
outside her room
|
the wallpaper old and faded
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a crack in the window pane
|
the radio just keeps playing
|
playing that same old song.
|
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She smiles to herself
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"they think that i'm strange...
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...they say I'm a dreamer
|
...but I don't complain,
|
though I don't have much
|
to call my own."
|
and she's not a movie star, no
|
and she's not a beauty queen
|
she'll tell you it doesn't matter
|
'cause she's not the only one
|
she says,
|
|
"I know a place
|
where I keep the best of things
|
I'm not gonna wait
|
for my piece of heaven.
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Where there's a road
|
it leads to the promised land
|
I just turn the key
|
the key to the
|
...kingdom..."
|
|
she stares at the page
|
of a new magazine, the morning papers
|
she walks into town
|
and catches a show
|
if she can find the time
|
and she's not a movie star, no
|
and she's not a beauty queen
|
she'll tell you it doesn't matter
|
'cause she's not the only one.
|
she says,
|
|
"I know a place
|
where I keep the best of things
|
I'm not gonna wait
|
for my piece of heaven
|
where there's a road
|
it leads to the promised land
|
I just turn the key
|
the key to the
|
...kingdom..."
|
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The Kingdom
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| Icehouse |
