| From the window of the house
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| You’re looking at a garden
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| Where you were a child
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| Now the wind is blowing south
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| You’re looking for a part of you
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| Flowers growing wild
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| Again
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| Where there was life
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| There’s a fire in the breeze
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| The crimson of the autumn leaves
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| Falling on the meadow
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| In the whisper of the trees
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| A spirit that is ill at ease
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| Calling from the shadow
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| Of dreams
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| Where you can see yourself
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| Take me now, hold me here
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| Where you hurt too much
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| I can see you clearly now
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| In the changing light of love
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| There’s a certain time of day
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| When everything is beautiful
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| Even what you’re missing
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| And a feeling that will stay
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| Sweeter than the promises
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| Of someone you are kissing
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| Goodbye
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| Watching them go away
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| Take me now, hold me here
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| Where you hurt too much
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| I can see you clearly now
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| In the changing light of love
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| In the voice of a forgotten boy
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| There’s a melody you recognize
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| From a song that you used to sing
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| In a time before your heart was broken open
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| From the window of the house
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| You’re looking at a part of you
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| Flowers growing wild
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| And free
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| Where there is love |