| Late at night the older crowd
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| Empty walls, and she is found
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| Changing moves, she walks alone
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| City looms, she made it alone
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| Through her eyes I’m crying
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| Through her eyes I see
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| Through her eyes, pressure
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| Of all that keeps changing me
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| Silent dance, she’s giving me
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| Another chance for symmetry
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| Timeless fate and magic moments
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| That will replace the truth she told
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| Through her eyes I’m crying
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| Through her eyes I see
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| Through her eyes, reflections
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| Of the world and it’s mysteries
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| Through her eyes, I can see
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| Dreams that I had long ago
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| I realize it’s teaching me
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| Everything I need to know
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| In disguise to show me
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| Feelings I never have known
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| Late at night the younger crowd
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| She left her trace and can’t be found
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| The streets I walk were once unknown
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| Her very thought and then my own
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| Through her eyes I’m crying
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| Through her eyes I see
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| Through her eyes, reflections
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| Of the world and it’s mysteries
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| Through her eyes |