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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=63990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Flights Up</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the first floor On the first floor<br>On the first floor there's a young girl reeling<br>Her body's numb and without feeling<br>As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling<br>Now she's falling, now she's kneeling<br>It's almost like she's bowed in prayer<br>A savior she's about to bear<br>She screams for help, but no one's there<br>On the first floor<br>On the first floor people walk the halls<br>But none can hear her desperate calls<br>There is no sound beyond the walls<br>So to the telephone she crawls<br>She telephones her only friend<br>The one on whom she can depend<br>But the phone rings on without an end<br>Then rings no moreOn the first floor<br>There's a party on the second floor<br>And through the picture window you can see them all<br>They're laughing and they're dancing<br>Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wall<br>But in the master bedroom where the coats are piled high<br>A silent, saddened lady thinks of what it's like to die<br>And as she dwells on all the years she still has left to face<br>She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his place<br>Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the phone<br>Oh, why do you ring now, just when I want to be alone?<br>So she walks into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup<br>But the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it up<br>My family was very poor<br>So I worked hard to be secure<br>I married one I had to wed<br>And not the one I loved instead<br>When I was young my blood ran wild<br>But we stayed married for the child<br>Now three flights up, I'm all alone<br>My wife is dead, my child is grown<br>My daughter leads a wayward life<br>She's been a failure as a wife<br>And though she lives just one floor down<br>She never calls or comes around<br>Step off the platform and onto the train<br>Look out your window and into the rain<br>Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride<br>And count all the stories that go on inside<br>And then ask yourself if it must be this way<br>Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings<br>Separate us from each others' feelings?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Don McLean - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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On the first floor there's a young girl reeling
Her body's numb and without feeling
As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling
Now she's falling, now she's kneeling
It's almost like she's bowed in prayer
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