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| Yazoo Upstairs At Erics Tuesday Woman of thirty seeing the sun Packed up her suitcase started to run Looking for someone looking for none Pack up and drive away It was her birthday Tuesday morning Realisation gradually dawning A man in a grey suit whispered 'I'm calling' Pack up and drive away Woman of thirth, husband and kids Chained like a dog she had to rid No point in coping off came the lid Pack up and drive away Three thousand miles of honesty dreaming Perfect imagery is a gleaming No more shattered clouds were deeming Pack up and drive away In her heart it wasn't easy Mumbled words and feeling dizzy Reasons fight against excuses Mothers have their ways and uses Driving slower she was losing Dream was stirring only dozing Eyelids awaken to the daytime Just an illusion broken sunshine Woman of thirty there's no choice I can't help your helpless voice |
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