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Apr 25, 2004 15:07

Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street

She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a million times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place”

There’s an loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart

You know she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
Though she knows well "HE" doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her "HE" might

She says, “I pray
But my prayers they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself
To get out of this place?”

Now there’s loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It felt like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart

She hears the voices they're outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
And make them as real as anything
It’d take all the work out of the courage

But she says, “Please
There’s a crazy man, he's creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It felt like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To grey
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