| There’s a graceful dance above me
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| From the sun reflecting in
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| Off the cars that pass below
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| Each with their own story within
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| And the dance moves they remind me
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| Of the times that I’ve walked in
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| To a room and left with nothing
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| Except the fear to walk back in
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| So I’ll say safe at my vantage
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| On occasion I’ll peer in
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| You’ll grow up out of the corner
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| Of my eyes right next to him
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| You’ll need help you’ll need attention
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| You’re a captivated whim
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| But I’m a coward prone to quitting
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| I just make sure never to begin
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| The gunpowder between my teeth
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| Let’s me know that I’ve come clean
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| It should be easy to say goodbye
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| Since you won’t be looking at me
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| I can see you through the window
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| But the cracks keep you a blur
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| There’s a victim in this story
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| I wish to god that it was her
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| Though I know I’ve your recognition
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| It’s of its nature I’m not sure
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| If I could ever push this question
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| I’d shut my ears for the answer
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| So I’ll say safe at my vantage
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| On occasion I’ll peer in
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| You’ll grow up out of the corner
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| Of my eyes right next to him
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| You’ll need help you’ll need attention
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| You’re a captivated whim
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| But I’m a coward prone to quitting
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| I just make sure never to begin
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| The gunpowder between my teeth
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| Let’s me know that I’ve come clean
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| It should be easy to say goodbye
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| Since you won’t be looking at me
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| Letting you (???)
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| Is scary ‘cause (???) touching her
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| Letting you know
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| I’m weary ‘cause I’m not sure it’ll hurt
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| The gunpowder between my teeth
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| Let’s me know that I’ve come clean
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| It should be easy to say goodbye
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| Since you won’t be looking at me
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| The gunpowder between my teeth
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| Let’s me know that I’ve come clean
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| It should be easy to say goodbye
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| Since you won’t be looking at me |