| I was looking out my window about ten seconds ago wondering how to start
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| My eyes are focused on nothing at all and nothing in my heart
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| I might have drooled if a white bird hadn’t caught my gaze
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| That’s what it’s like when you’re in an empty phase
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| I saw a girl closing a bakery alone
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| She had a broom and an apron on
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| And her hair up and all the chairs were up
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| She looked at me through the cafe window
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| And I looked at her through the tram window
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| And somehow somewhere in between, I fell in love with a broken dream
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| Whispers of beauty, I barely heard and barely seen
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| I saw a cloud of every hue expanding like the delicate breath of God across the
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| water
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| That’s what delicate God breaths do
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| I think it was oil cause it was in a puddle
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| Cause omniscient beings wouldn’t choose to live in the gutter
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| And omnifident ones won’t just get up and walk away
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| And if it was me I’d get up and walk right into your cafe and I’d scream
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| Somewhere in between, I fell in love with a broken dream
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| Whispers of beauty
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| I fell in love and barely seen, alright |