sunday afternoon
sittin' in my room
nothin's really changed
it just looks the same
yet it's over
passed along my way
said she couldn't stay
she stood all alone
so l look her home
she was my lover
she is a singer in the band
and when she sings I understand
she lives inside her songs
the only place to hide
but she can't hide
and so she sings
that's how she cries
see her name in lights
candle burning bright
people slop and stare
they don't really care
they don't know her
never thought to ask
what lies behind the mask
she's alone up there
they don't really care
they don't know her
she is a singer in the band
and when she sings I understand
she lives inside her songs
the only place to hide

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