| Staring 'cross the water at my lonely reflection
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| Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need
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| My coffee table, looks sort of gloomy
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| It ran away, like the lonely summer breeze
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| Staring 'cross the water at what might be
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| But the only thing that is real is right in front of me
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| Staring 'cross the water at what might be
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| Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need
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| Staring 'cross the water at what might be
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| But the only thing that is real is right in front of me
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| Staring 'cross the water at what might be
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| But the only thing that is real is right in front of me |