And she lies quietly amid her empty room
And probes her open heart to verify the wound
She receives the phone call, she rewinds the message tape
She walks to the window, lets her sweat pour down the fire escape
I am listening to you, I am listening to you
You don't say a word, you don't have to
Frozen in the hour the thought of going on
Feels real and unreal until the feeling's gone
Like a boy who begs for bread, the snapshot is all t
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