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The dim blue glow from the TV box Is as close as she'll get to the outside world And no one ever calls her No one ever calls her She washes her face But it still looks so dirty to her She tries to wash her hands of all of it There is no guilt in the eyes that burn her every night There is no sorrow in her bruises and her cuts she bares There is no sadness in the empty bottles There is no reason in the doing And I'm on the other side of the bridge Reaching out my hand to you And you're standing at the other side Picking flowers and starring at me And the chains keeping you there Can reach to my side So come on, come on I'm waiting for you But he came home the same as always His finger nails digging into his palm As he took his last sip of beer SongtexteAnd ended the night When she was feeling braver then usual She turned her head and walked away And everyone say but know one said what Could have saved this lovely young woman Was I the only one trying to help? Why didn't anyone else come around? And now the sirens aren't just a sound on the highway Yeah, now the sirens aren't just a sound on the highway Now the sirens are so much more then A sound on a distant highway Who would have thought it would come around? Aus Songtexte Mania