Sandy sits by herself at night/ and sees her face in the fading light/ the mirror cannot show/ everything she ought to know/ she dream of days yet to come/ where her problems fall down, one by one/ and she believes that one day/ she'll be satisfied
Sandy tells stories to herself/ only she can hear them, there's no one else/ stories of romance and riches/ and son-of-a-bitch, it's hard to understand/ life does not go on as planned/ but she keeps working hard/ knowing she will go far/ she'll be satisfied
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