| «Phil, this is the one Window Window and it’s a bit silly.
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| Are you ready?
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| Phil???»
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| I once knew a beautiful girl
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| That had long blond hair and a curl
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| She looked after me and I looked before her
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| At that time we hadn’t to care
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| As time turned my head and my mind
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| The pleasure seemed harder to find
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| By then it was such that I knew far too much
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| Then I stay home and slowly unwind
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| And I look at the window and see
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| Look at the window and see
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| I look at the window and see
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| But I get the feeling it doesn’t see me
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| I go for a walk in the shed
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| And check out the paint and the lead
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| But it’s always the change that it gives me a pain
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| So I go home and I go back to bed
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| And I look at the window and see
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| Look at the window and see
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| I look at the window and see
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| But I get the feeling it doesn’t see me |