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An open window shows the stars shine well up there
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I clear my throat to hear some sound
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And think of falling out into the open air
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Blue-black sky and cold, familiar ground

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Something always pulls me back
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Something always pulls me back
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Something always seems to come along despite the, despite the

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Blow up dolls of superheroes, sad sound-bitten lives
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These crowded streets of empty faces, loneliness and lies
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I'm waiting for some sympathetic smile
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I'm confident it's just another mile….ah ah ah

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