| All the windows are playing their games
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| Well, I won’t see outside again
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| Until I ride all the fog away
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| I’m putting words in their place
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| Between me and the window’s pane
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| From my inarticulate brain it brings
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| But all of the fog is erased
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| When I write all the words that
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| I never say, I never say
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| I never say, I never say to you
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| Now the impose won’t go away
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| Distracted by something it says
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| 'Cause you don’t see anything
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| It’s just between windows and me
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| Wait till it rains again and I write all the words that
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| I never say, I never say
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| I never say, I never say to you
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| Will you try to release lies, focus hard and give it time?
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| Who you are a nimble life, religious water washes
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| Now the dirt on the window is showing
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| I should have drawn something instead
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| The dirt on the window is showing
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| I should never have written my name
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| The dirt on the window is showing
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| I should have drawn something instead
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| The dirt on the window is showing
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| I should never have written what
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| I never say, I never say
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| I never say, I never say to you |