YAZ - Tuesday Lyrics

Woman of thiry seeing the sunPacked up her suitcase started to runLooking for someone looking for nonePack up and drive awayIt was her birthday tuesday morningRealisation gradually dawningA man in a grey suit whispered `I'm calling'Pack up and drive awayWoman of thirty, husband and kids chained like a dog she had to ridNo point in coping off came the lidPack up and drive awayThree thousand miles of honesty dreamingPerfect imagery is a gleamingNo more shattered clouds were deemingPack up and drive awayIn her heart it wasn't easyMumbled words and feeling dizzyReasons fight against excuses driving slower she was losingDream was stirring only dozingEyelids awaken to the daydreamJust an illusion broken sunshineWoman of thirty there's no choiceI can't help our helpless voice
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