She walks in a blurry shadow, does not recognize
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No one, like it's a dream world around her.
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Looks in the face, as he flips through the pages,
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Sadly friendly look.
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It's like he drinks and can't get drunk.
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And so it goes ... a hundred days in a row.
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In a new day, like a shadow in the morning.
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(Hundred years in a row)
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Reflecting yesterday...
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Lonely people look out the window
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Add friends and go to the cinema in the morning,
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And in a dream they continue to believe and wait,
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And dream stop dreaming...
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How do you? |
Iterates over contacts.
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Sort of like solitaire
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And there are only empty cards in the deck.
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Doesn't work, no chance.
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Again, the trance takes her out hunting.
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Someone who knows will fall.
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We must seek, not hunting.
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Started to get used to...
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Quiet in a closed delirium
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(Just don't get used to it)
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Just get through the spring.
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Lonely people look out the window
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Add friends and go to the cinema in the morning,
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And in a dream they continue to believe and wait,
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And dream to stop dreaming.
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Lonely people look out the window
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Add friends and go to the cinema in the morning,
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And in a dream they continue to believe and wait,
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And dream stop dreaming... |