| Through your window
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| You say people are feeling pain
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| Looking out at the streets
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| You’ll never know
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| You’re taking pictures
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| Of the things that you want to see
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| Looking out at
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| The streets you’ll never know
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| You always find a reason
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| You’re keeping out of season
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| Tell me something I haven’t heard
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| You’re keeping down
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| You’re waiting
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| And time just keeps on fading
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| I think it’s time you took your turn
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| Speaking softly
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| You say things are the worst they could be
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| Never touching the streets
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| How could you know
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| Those timeless answers
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| Now you’re not fooled and you don’t agree
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| Looking out at the streets
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| You’ll never know
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| You always find a reason
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| You’re keeping out of season
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| Tell me something I haven’t heard
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| You’re keeping down
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| You’re waiting
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| Time just keeps on fading
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| I think it’s time you took your
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| And I think it’s time you took your turn
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| The walls you put up they won’t crumble
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| Cuz you just won’t let them
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| And lonely roads are not the only paths
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| That you can tread on
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| And tables turn but you just have to go ahead
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| Let them turn
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| And speaking softly
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| You say things are not what they seem
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| Looking out at the streets
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| How could you know
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| You always find a reason
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| You’re keeping out of season
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| Tell me something I haven’t heard
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| You’re keeping down
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| You’re waiting
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| Time just keeps on fading
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| I think it’s time you took your
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| And I think it’s time you took your turn |