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Well, she's waiting by the window |
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With a fading tear |
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That will slip in to tomorrow |
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And have no fear |
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She may look back and blame you |
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But you only blame yourself |
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And what good would it all do you |
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If you thought she blamed herself |
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It's a lonely life as bits of dust and rocks |
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When you shake it off, it is all you have |
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In the time it takes to find another space |
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Get to live again, she'll run and run |
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Still she's waiting by the window |
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With a fading tear |
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Well, she looks upon high flying silver dream |
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How she wishes how |
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She could climb aboard, never coming back |
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Turn on it all |
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Find another space, get to live again |
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Find the other hearts of new [Incomprehensible] |
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[Incomprehensible], bits of dust and rocks |
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Don't ever shake them off, she'll run and run |
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Still she's waiting by the window |
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She has no fear |
