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She's Not There

YOU'RE NOT THERE

  

The sun paints a square on my pillow

But you're not there

The wind weaves a song through the willow

But you're not there

 

You are chained to the store

In the big fancy mall

Which echoes from floor to floor

Unable to move even when I call

You just hide behind the door

 

The rain spits against the roof

And you're not there

You wonder why I am aloof

For you not there

 

The thunderstorm roars down the street

Still you're not there

I listen to the drops' steady beat

Still you're not there

 

But I will grab you by the hand

Until you understand

What it means to be free

And see the world.

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Uploaded on May 6, 2008