| Through the window of my heart
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| A scene together, a scene apart
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| A sense of pain I can’t explain
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| In a part I have to play
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| It was a faded kind of day
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| And my world was turning grey
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| I didn’t know which way to turn
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| As your hurt shot right through
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| How can I live
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| Call it a day
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| What was true can not be taken away
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| Anyone can see right through
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| In the mirror
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| Of our memory
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| It’s the scar of the flame
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| And emptiness of the heart
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| Just turn back and see
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| In the mirror of our memory
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| It’s the scar of the flame
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| And emptiness of the heart |