| I’m a window, you’re the frame
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| I’m a gigolo, you’re in pain
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| I’m the highlights, you’re the game
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| If I’m a window, you’re just the rain
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| Everybody get off the floor tonight
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| All right?
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| Screw the whistle, come be the train
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| Don’t fuck the princess, do the maid
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| Don’t make nothing just go get paid
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| If I’m a window, you’re just the rain
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| Everybody get off the floor tonight
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| All right?
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| Diving in and out of trash
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| Down there something’s got to match
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| Gone away boys, we’re gone away, boys
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| The waitress she just brings us drinks
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| And tries to guess what we all think
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| But it’s just noise, always it’s just noise
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| And through the side door and in the lane
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| Somebody’s sick but love’s to blame
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| Gone away boys, we’re gone away, boys
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| I’m a window, come be some wind
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| I’m a window, come break in |