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The passage of a thousand sunrises came and went with calm resolve And like clockwork they shone onThe one that we’d forgotHer truth entrenched by eight decades in a white flag of bitter wisdomLeavin' her front door with no more than the odd cursory knock A classic two story terrace On a central sloping streetAffluent couples would cast their eyes as they looked to buy in Sydney's eastThree-quarter eight-hundred at leastBut this lady wasn't selling in factNo one ever saw herBut that's the city for yaShe was there with a low profileNever made a sound it ain’t her styleAt her age didn’t want no one to rile up till she invited nobody else to her islandWhen the sirens drowned out the silence quietly her pension cheques kept arrivingThey cut her telephone line she wasn't dialingKilled the electricity the damn wiringOperator said they could not get through on the phoneFor all they care there ain’t nobody at homeLittle do they know that she on her ownDisconnection notes come and they come and they goAnd the junk mail collected in the letter boxConstant papers stuck together squashedThe neighbors wonder why it never stopsLetras de cancionesCause she never answered if they ever knockedOh my loveYou’ve been sleeping so longIn a world where you don’t belongIts time to get you back homeWhere the sun meets the sky you’ll be resting tonightGotta let it goGotta let it get away back homeGotta let it goGotta let it go Gotta let it get away back homeAnd as real as she was maybe she was just somebody I dreamtLike her presence was passing the brimOf all the people that she had never metWondered if it could’ve happened, could it happen againThe passage of a thousand sunsets had walked her to the endHer signal lost strength and she fell right out of rangeThe truth sealed in eight decades when she closed her door on the worldAnd all that lonely sorrow set free and washed awayAnd that terrace on the sloping street did not changeReal estate agents still cast their eyes as they drove past in cars they leasedThree-quarter eight-hundred at least and they sayDid ya hear the storyApparently the neighbors they never saw her, but that’s the city for ya From Letras Mania