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Yellow walls that shine like silver |
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Dark green windows |
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Stare never closed |
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From yellow walls that shine like silver |
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Through the hands I choose to hold |
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Painting nightlight |
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In searching questions |
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Cannot catch the shadow |
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That is me |
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Running naked |
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And unmentioned |
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Through the death |
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Of a saltless sea |
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No one knows me |
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In the morning |
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No one sees me go walking by |
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And if I listen while no one answers |
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The winds can only echo a goodbye |
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While through your windows |
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And through your walls |
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I see you made of crystal light |
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I see you running and never moving |
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I see you waiting for my knife |
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Through yellow walls that shine like silver |
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Dark green windows |
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Stare never closed |
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Through yellow walls that shine like silver |
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Through the hands I choose to hold |