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She fills up her day
Leaving no moment to waste
Better to move on
Than wallow in place

She takes in the sun
The promise of April’s sigh
Politely she smiles as
strangers pass her by

Street lamps
Turn to gold
curtain splits for the show
and no one can ever see the pain
of what remains

She sits at a desk
That she keeps bare and plain
doing far more than she should
for what she gets paid

She knows what to say
To the women in the aisles
Telling their tales of
homes filled with child

Street lamps
Turn to gold
curtain splits for the show
and no one can ever see the pain
of what remains

She closes her eyes
the darkness a cavern to climb
all that she yearns for
is hidden from the light

She touches his brow
Cradles her angel to sleep
A memory holding a candle to  
what will never be again

Street lamps
Turn to gold
curtain splits for the show
and no one can ever see the pain
of what remains

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Was it only Yesterday
when I was all you need
and love was a game we played
yes we did, yes we did

Was it too good to be true
when you walked in the room
and your eyes so warm and blue
said all there was, all there was to say
and I couldn't, I couldn't look away

Was it only Yesterday
when I knelt before your feet
and asked for your hand to keep
forevermore, forevermore

Was it too good to be true
when you cried I do
and whispered you always knew
I was the one, the one oh yeah
that made you happy as you've ever been
fade to grey

Was it only Yesterday
when we were a symphony
the echoes oh so it seemed
filled the air, everywhere

Was it only Yesterday
when I watched you walk away
too frozen to feel the pain
Was it me, or maybe was it you
that said the words that broke us in two
fade to grey