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She dresses quickly and steps out into the night.No sleep, because dreams just reflect the monotony of her life.There's the bills and the kid,and the parking tickets,and the anger and suffering,a life filled with nothing.If Privet Drive is her home then why does she feel so alone?"Why couldn't I have been the one?"She yells up straight to the sky."Why couldn't I have been the one?"But the moon will never reply,No, the moon will never reply.A swingset is deserted on the corner of her street,and the road that she lives on begins to unravel at her feet.There's the neatly cut grass,and the neighbors old cats,and the houses the same since the day that she came.She can't help but feel that her life would be better if it was she who'd gotten the letter."Why couldn't I have been the one?"She yells up straight to the sky."Why couldn't I have been the one?"But the moon will never reply,No, the moon will never reply. Aus Songtexte Mania