THREE FLIGHTS UP | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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On the first floor… On the first floor…

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

A savior she's about to bear

She screams for help, but no one's there…

On the first floor…

On the first floor people walk the halls

But none can hear her desperate calls

There is no sound beyond the walls

So to the telephone she crawls

She telephones her only friend

The one on whom she can depend

But the phone rings on without an end

Then rings no more…On the first floor…

There's a party on the second floor

And through the picture window you can see them all

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