| I want to walk through all your open doorways
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| I want to drink down all your cheap wine
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| I want to answer the door
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| When your old man calls
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| I want to tell him that you’re doing all right
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| I want to erase all doubt
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| Want to stand naked before the sun
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| I want to lay down beside you
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| When the working day is done
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| Through your open window
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| My paper airplane flies
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| People say I lost my footing
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| They should look into your eyes
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| From the second floor I can see into your house
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| Don’t need a telescope to know what you’re about
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| Just like a love letter tucked under a wing
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| Just like your naked truth gives light to everything
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| Up here in the thermals, drifting like a hawk
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| Carried on the wind or blown away like chalk
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| Such a tiny craft, paper clip on nose
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| I could stare at you for hours
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| But your blinds are closed |