Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
Thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio,
Still I can't escape the ghost of you.
Where is the life that I recognize?
But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world,
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say:
"Pride will tear us both apart."
Well now pride's gone out the window, cross the rooftops, run away,
Left me in the vacuum of my heart.
Where is my friend when I need you most?
But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world,
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed.
Fear today, forgot tomorrow… ooh
Here beside the news of holy war and holy need,
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk, just blown away
And I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world,
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
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