| Feels like someone’s looking over my shoulder
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| I turn around and no ones there
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| Looking glass is looking older and older
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| And lately I don’t care
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| Looking glass can’t you see what I’ve been through?
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| Slowly giving myself away
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| Run from the past, run for the future
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| And miss the sweet smell of today
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| I play this song on my own piano
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| It helps makes sense of the shape I’m in
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| I open the doors on a cool rainy morning
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| Songs come riding on the wind
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| Take me away over clouds of sorrow
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| I guess I’ll ride it one more time
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| Go through the deluge to get to the promise
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| Songs are rainbows in the sky
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| Human longing for inspiration
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| Woman painting canvas across the street
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| Got an old slouchy had and a cold like Renoir
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| Think I’ll bring her a cup of tea
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| Maybe light is the absence of shadow
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| Maybe shadow needs a place to sleep
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| Oh, we shine our light as much as we’re going to
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| The rest the cats and angels keep
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| Me and this song, we’ve got a lot in common
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| Neither knows quite how to end
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| Just follow along like a leaf on the river
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| Believe we always can begin again |