| There’s an old vacant apartment
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| Above the shop on the square
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| Something keeps bringing me back to
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| Those final moments we shared
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| To that glass the reflections
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| Cast their glow on the door
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| Empty shadows of night on the floor
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| Shadows and reflections are what’s left to remind me of
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| Shadows and reflections of an unweathered kind of love
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| Just when I think of escape then
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| There’s a fact I can’t hide
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| I go back to where I left her
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| But there’s nothing inside
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| Just these neon reflections
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| Cast their frightening glow
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| Drifting patterns enchant us below
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| Shadows and reflections following me around
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| Shadows and reflections of a luck that’s brought me down
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| Just these neon reflections
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| Cast their frightening glow
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| Drifting patterns enchant us below
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| Shadows and reflections are what’s left to remind me of
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| Shadows and reflections of an unweathered kind of love
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| Shadows and reflections following me around
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| Shadows and reflections of a luck that’s brought me down |