| Through the window of my eyes
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| I can see the rainy day
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| Sittin' in the chair of my cool room
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| Looking for a way to be the one who I am
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| It's useless to cry for the things I once have known
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| Thinkin' it will come back and reach my home
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| It's like a distant, like a distant face
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| It's like a shadow on my wall
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| Something that... that I can't touch
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| A heavenly past that calls
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| The shelter of my mind hides my love and my tear
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| But I keep on looking for a reason which is not here
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| Through the window of my eyes
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| I can see the rainy day
|
| Sittin' in the chair of my cool room
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| Looking for a way to be the one who I am
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| It's useless to cry for the things I once have known
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| Thinkin' it will come back and reach my home |