She sits by the window, stares into the night
Just waiting for a foreign sound from the outside
Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call
To take her homewards to herself
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She is weeping silently, but there‚s not a tear
Just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling
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She has been longing for since she was young
"I will not pass this night in vain", she says
"I'll stand this kind of rain
I'll break the glass, I'll find the path"
Yes, Carol wants to go to Mars
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Take a pill and greet the day
For sedative holidays
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