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Man on his lawn, staring inside his house. |
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And it looks so strange, he doesn't know anyone. |
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Familiar faces, still none to recognize. |
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The walk around, in the glass house he fell through. |
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He sees strange now. |
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Left behind. |
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Took off one day, he ran an errand. |
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He kissed his kids, started walking and couldn't stop. |
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Wandered for years, looking for the good life. |
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There's no such thing. |
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Just life itself. |
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Still staring in, two children playing. |
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The knot unwinds, the thaw beings inside. |
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His wife walks out, she walks right through him. |
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He disappears, the sky clears. |
