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    Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
    City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
    Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
    The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
    There was joshua, age 10
    Bully of the block
    Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
    There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
    She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
    And she drew
    Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
    And she drew
    Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
    Always said hello to passers-by
    They'd ask her why she passed her time
    Attachin lines to concrete
    But she would only smile
    Now all the other children living in or near her building
    Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
    They would say
    "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
    Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
    "I'm busy, thank you much"
    Well, well, one year passed
    And believe it or not
    She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
    And she stopped-
    "Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
    She said:
    "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away

    (Chorus: x2)
    1 2 3
    That's the speed of the seed
    A B C
    That's the speed of the need
    You can dream a little dream
    Or you can live a little dream
    I'd rather live it
    Cuz dreamers always chase
    But never get it

    Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
    Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
    She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
    Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
    And she drew
    Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
    And she drew
    The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
    Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
    But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
    She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
    They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
    They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
    So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
    Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
    Just one of the neighbors,
    Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
    Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
    Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
    And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
    And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
    And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
    Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
    She'd paint another masterpiece

    (Chorus x2)

    Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
    At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
    Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
    Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
    And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
    Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
    Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
    And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
    No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
    So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
    She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
    Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
    And she said:
    "Look, I've never had a dream in my life
    Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
    I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
    So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
    The nurse jumped back,
    She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
    'Specially words like that
    She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
    Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
    And she died.

    (Chorus x2)

    1 2 3...
    A B C...

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