She pours herself another glass of wine
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Tells herself yet another time she's fine
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But earlier today she lost an hour
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A gaping hole just like
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Inside her
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Inside her
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Whenever a plane is passing by
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Or migrating birds fill up the sky
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Something is stirring deep inside
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She doesn't know why but
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Softly she cries
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Softly she cries
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She wears that smile another day in life
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For all we know another perfect wife
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But sometimes she's just gazing into nowhere
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An empty face just like
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She's not there
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She's not there
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Whenever a plane is passing by
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Or migrating birds fill up the sky
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Something is aching deep inside
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She doesn't know why but
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Softly she cries
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Softly she cries
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Somewhere inside her there's a child
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Longing to break away and fly
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But she is just letting life pass by
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Whenever a plane is passing by
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Or migrating birds fill up the sky
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Something is breaking deep inside
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She doesn't know why but
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She starts to cry
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She starts to cry
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Softly she cries
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She starts to cry
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Softly She Cries
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Pain Of Salvation |