Riding the drones of a low low hum
Cutting the phone as the lights start fading
This is no more than a prison cell
She's in here and she's not well
Heart and soul all leaked from a broken shell
Counting the stacks of unopened mail
Biting the floor as the room starts spinning
She couldn't take this anymore
Drunk her fears into the bathroom floor
Heart and soul escaped from an open door
She wakes up, she calls in sick with a hangover
She hangs up and bites her lip with a moment of doubt
The silence surrounds this liberated girl
The greatest ever feeling in the world
Taking the time for an acid test
Recording the moment of realisation
Maybe it's time for a big new space
This could work in a different place
Heart and soul returns to her pretty face
She wakes up, she calls in sick with a hangover
She hangs up and bites her lip with a moment of doubt
The silence surrounds this liberated girl
The greatest ever feeling in the world

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