| Lookin in through the back room window
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| Just to see what’s happening here
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| See the sparks fly, I know, in your glory
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| I get opinions I get the stories
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| Lookin out from the back room window
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| Just to see where I go and I will go
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| I wish you could see
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| You never could be happy without me
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| Freeze in a nodulant county
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| All the walls come tumbling down
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| See the past and the future behind me
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| I could find the sweet drum and swallow the round
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| Waking up as that melody calls me
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| I can fly down oceans easy
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| I can wait
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| Swim anywhere to be where love grows
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| She’s drawing all the spikes from me
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| I’ve never felt so clean
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| She’s drawing all the spikes from me
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| I’ve never felt so clean
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| Drivin south through the park it belies eye spy
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| In the division on the east side of town
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| Feel the life and feel the pulse and arouse me
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| All the walls come tumbling down
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| Lookin out from the back room window
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| Just to see where you go and I will go
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| I wish you could see
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| You never could be happy without me
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| She’s drawing all the spikes from me
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| I’ve never felt so clean
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| She’s drawing all the spikes from me
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| I’ve never felt so clean
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| She’s tearing all the spikes from me
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| I’ve never felt so clean |