The Lyrics to "The Lady Upstairs," the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Anthem
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The Lady Upstairs
She's a legend in our building
It's amazing she's still alive
No one seems to ever visit
How does she even survive?
When she sees our children
She tries so hard to look glad
But in her eyes we can see
All the ones she never had
It seeps down through the floor
Her total sense of dread
that she's never ever
gonna leave her bed
Nobody cares about the lady upstairs
Forgotten by everyone she's ever known
Nobody cares if she's home alone
like Emily Dickinson without a poem
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
About the lady upstairs
with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
She uses a calculator
When she’s counting sheep
Begging her guardian angel
For the tender mercy of sleep
We do things she’ll never do
Without thinking anything of it
I fear if she never woke up
she’d probably really love it
It seeps down through the floor
Her total sense of dread
that she's never ever
gonna leave her bed
Nobody cares about the lady upstairs
Forgotten by everyone she's ever known
Nobody cares if she's home alone
like Emily Dickinson without a poem
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
about the lady upstairs
with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
For as far as she can see
the future looks the same
She feels like a little pawn
in some dark infernal game
She’s trapped up there alone
With no one to make her whole
in the rag and bone shop
of her abandoned soul
It seeps down through the floor
Her total sense of dread
that she's never ever
gonna leave her bed
Nobody cares about the lady upstairs
Forgotten by everyone she's ever known
Nobody cares if she's home alone
like Emily Dickinson without a poem
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
about the lady upstairs
with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
Nobody cares about the lady upstairs
Forgotten by everyone she's ever known
Nobody cares if she's home alone
like Emily Dickinson without a poem
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
Nobody cares
about the lady upstairs
with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
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