| The clouds that gathered turned to rain
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| The candles on your sill burned out
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| The weather on your face
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| Turned to match the mood outside
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| Reading through poems that you saved
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| That make the gloomy hours make sense
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| Or do they lose their power
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| With the yellowing of age
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| I saw you suffering
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| Through a foggy window in the rain
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| When you thought no one was watching, yeah
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| Going through your memories
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| Like so many prisons to escape
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| And become someone else
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| With another face
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| And another name
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| No more suffering
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| You sold the best of yourself out
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| On a chain of grey and white lies
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| One syllable at a time
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| You should have made them pay
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| A higher price
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| I saw you suffering
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| Through the cracked and dirty window pane
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| I was ashamed that I was watching, yeah
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| Going through your imagination
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| Looking for a life you could create
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| And become somebody else, yeah
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| With another face
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| With another name
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| No more suffering
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| I wish that I could find a seed
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| And plant a tree that grows so high
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| So that I could climb
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| And harvest the ripe stars
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| For you and I to drink
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| And spit the ashes from our mouths
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| And put the grey back in the clouds
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| And send them packing with our bags
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| Of old regrets and sorrows
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| 'Cause they don’t do a thing but drag us down
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| So far down
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| The past is like a braided rope
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| Each moment tightly coiled inside
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| I saw you suffering
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| Through the yellow window of a train
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| With everybody watching, yeah
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| Too tired for imagining
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| That you could ever love somebody else
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| From somewhere far away
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| From another time
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| And another place
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| With another life
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| And another face
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| And another name
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| And another name
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| No more suffering. |