Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio still I can't escape the ghost of you
What has happened to it all? Crazy, some say Where is the life that I recognize? gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday there's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find and as I try to make my way to the ordinary world I will learn to survive
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