The cars pass by outside
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From one sign to the next
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She tries to listen, tries to care,
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Pretending he knows best
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She's afraid of what she's done
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Not knowing what it is,
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She prays for something, prays for his sins,
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Someday she'll find rest
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But the time is never right,
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No it's never right,
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To step outside her life
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To find what's been lost
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She'll sleep on it tonight
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A voice she left behind,
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Tells her that there's time
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She bears the burden, blames her own sin
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Hopes she'll change her mind
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The pain that never hides,
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A reflection from inside
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She conceals the message, buries her head,
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Tells herself she's fine
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But her eyes, they say goodbye
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No, they never lie
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The windows to her life
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To find, what's been lost,
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She'll sleep on it tonight
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She feels alive without a reason
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Love, pain, tonight, she finally listens
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She comes alive, without a reason
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Love, faith, tonight, she finally lA?stens
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Tonight
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Boyce Avenue |