| From the street I see your window
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| And I look up in
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| And is that even your house?
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| Is that Sappho you’re reading?
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| Is it cool when I don’t care?
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| Can you feel me in the air?
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| Under the crack in the door
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| Can you tell I have no floor?
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| And I’m shivering just thinking
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| Where have you been all these minutes?
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| I am too stressed out to
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| Do the thing the train won’t do
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| But why should I fight back?
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| I’m just not like that
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| And I’m sorry if
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| I have been a real bad friend
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| Your face too close to mine
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| To hear you talk
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| So I look up into your window
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| From the street where I am standing (so I look up into your window)
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| Is that even your house (from the street where I’m standing)
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| Is that your landing (is that even your house)
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| And I wanna know what (is that your landing)
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| You’re reading
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| Is it cool when I don’t care?
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| Can you feel me in the air?
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| Under the crack in the door
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| Can you tell I have no floor?
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| I’m not grounded, nothing
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| Nothing
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| Nothing |