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The morning leads me over to my window. |
| [00:46.30] |
The air feels sharp against my skin. |
| [00:49.99] |
Am I leaning out, or the outside leaning in |
| [00:53.97] |
I wonder as I listen to the wind blow. |
| [00:58.29] |
People walk past in the streets. |
| [01:02.10] |
A city that I will never meet. |
| [01:06.70] |
People in their cars and their cars in the streets, |
| [01:10.10] |
the streets in the city where I sleep. |
| [01:30.40] |
Walk down to the supermarket. |
| [01:34.45] |
Milk and bread in my basket. |
| [01:38.13] |
Chocolate on the shelf and my mind on the docket, |
| [01:42.45] |
I'm a slave to the change that's in my pocket. |
| [02:18.28] |
Planes draw lines in the skies. |
| [02:22.16] |
Beautiful people fill my eyes. |
| [02:26.17] |
Drawing lines now to my own conclusions, |
| [02:30.25] |
beauty is desire in disguise. |
| [02:50.22] |
The morning leads me over to my window. |
| [02:53.82] |
The air feels sharp against my skin. |
| [02:58.19] |
Am I leaning out, or the outside leaning in |
| [03:03.62] |
I wonder as I listen to the wind blow. |
