| Window glass, old and uneven
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| Gives your world a distorted view
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| Giving your life a new perspective
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| Depends which window you’re looking through
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| They say it’s unlucky to look at the moon
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| A new crescent moon through your window
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| Oh, but I can’t resist a lingering look
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| I wonder if that’s why my luck has changed
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| Window glass, old and uneven
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| Gives your world a distorted view
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| Giving your life a new perspective
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| Depends which window you’re looking through
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| Glass, it shatters and it cuts so deep
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| But I needed the break, I need to see clearly
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| What does it matter, it only hurts for a while
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| The shock of awakening from a long, troubled sleep
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| And your eyes, they can deceive you
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| Though you trust what you can see
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| You only get what you believe in
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| Be whatever you want to be
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| Window glass, old and uneven
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| Gives your world a distorted view
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| Shatter the illusion, start over again
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| Colour the picture a different hue
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| Shatter the illusion, start over again
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| You picked the window you’re looking through |