| Weary of whatever I was pretending to be
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| Your keeping your distance, fall into a deep sleep
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| Stand from the window, too foggy to see through
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| But I could see you
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| I still wonder if you’re thinking about me
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| Woven through white-wickered chairs on the porch
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| Of your house on the hill
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| We were waiting for something
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| We waited for nothing
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| Stand from the window, too foggy to see through
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| But I could still see you
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| I still wonder if you’re thinking about me
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| And I still wonder if you’re happy without me
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| Every night I’ve been having this dream
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| Where you jump on a dream
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| When does it leave?
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| Shade over the windows so I couldn’t see you
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| Your hand on the window too foggy to see through
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| Your hand on the window too foggy to see through
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| And I still wonder if you’re thinking about me
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| Are you thinking about me?
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| I still wonder if you’re thinking about me
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| Are you happy without me?
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| You’re keeping your distance
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| Fall into a deep sleep |