| Get away from the window
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| The second floor above your fears
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| You live on your own, clinging to the bedposts
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| Wearing the stripes of the shutter shadows
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| Get away from the window
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| That angry face staring back at you
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| Your heart and the glass, they’re one and the same
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| Fragile and tempered, held by the frame
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| Wishing you were everybody, anybody, just somebody else
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| Let the sun color your skin
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| The wind play with your hair
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| The street under your shoes
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| The release of despair
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| Madness and sadness the inseparable pair
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| They dance in a haunted ballroom
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| While you call the tune
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| Get away from your solutions
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| A cigarette between your lips
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| You’re looking to lose the shape of your hips
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| You’re only losing your confidence
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| Wishing you were everybody, anybody, just somebody else
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| Let the sun color your skin
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| The wind play with your hair
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| The four? |
| and history’s affair
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| Madness and sadness the criminal pair
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| They dance in this way to trouble’s tune
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| While you call, while you call the cue
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| Get away from the window
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| Get away from the window
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| Get away from the window
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| Get away from the window |