| Well, she’s waiting by the window
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| With a fading tear
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| That will slip in to tomorrow
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| And have no fear
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| She may look back and blame you
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| But you only blame yourself
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| And what good would it all do you
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| If you thought she blamed herself
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| It’s a lonely life as bits of dust and rocks
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| When you shake it off, it is all you have
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| In the time it takes to find another space
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| Get to live again, she’ll run and run
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| Still she’s waiting by the window
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| With a fading tear
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| Well, she looks upon high flying silver dream
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| How she wishes how
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| She could climb aboard, never coming back
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| Turn on it all
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| Find another space, get to live again
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| Find the other hearts of new
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| , bits of dust and rocks
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| Don’t ever shake them off, she’ll run and run
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| Still she’s waiting by the window
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| She has no fear |