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To: Original Mad Dog who wrote (2028)	10/3/2002 10:58:07 AM
From: Original Mad Dog	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7689

On the CD player: Grey Street Dave Mathews Band, from Busted Stuff (2002) Oh, just sitting while she listens She says I don't need this place It seems a million years she's stuck here But says nothing of what she thinks She thinks, "Hey, How did I come to this? I dreamt like anybody else one night I would be a beautiful princess." But then the roads in the park fall And then she rode the line in And the colors mix together to grey And break me out Oh, when I'm indifferent She prays to God most every night Although she swears He doesn't listen There's hope in her that He just might She says, "I pray But then my prayer fall on deaf ears I'm supposed to take it all myself To get out of this place." She feels the lumps in the heart fall And she rose up in the back She hears the cars scream out from outside And she whispers sometimes about this But the colors mix together to grey And wake me up Oh, he grows up living He says take what you can from your dreams Make them real as anything It takes the work out of the courage She said, "Please, There's a crazy man standing outside my door I live on the corner of a dead end street At the end of the world." Oh, and the rocks out in the heart fall And she dreams her way to life And she knows no one will lift her So she might as well do it herself And then bummed out and worried Of leaving city life But all the colors mix together to grey On Grey Street On Grey Street To Grey Street Oh, when it comes down in your loving Oh, well then baby it's right You say you think you are nothing No one else will do it for you Reach up and grab hold of the sunlight When you are waiting for what's right You're holding on your Heaven Won't leave you, yeah, yeah... And the colors mix together to grey Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up To grey.