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Windows, to the world are what we're looking through |
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Who knows, if what we find is true |
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Seeing, is believing as some people say |
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Knowing, is to get a better view |
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For the windows of the world |
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Are never open all the way |
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And the voices of the past are not forgotten |
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Till you leave it all behind you |
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You will never see the day' |
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Cause your life is on the line |
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Tasting, of the wine of some forbidden fruit |
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Reaping, the sorrows that we sow |
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Reaching, to the stars will never bring us home |
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Teaching, what we really could not know |
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For the windows of the world |
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Are never open all the way |
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And the voices of the past are not forgotten |
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Till you leave it all behind you |
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You will never see the day' |
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Cause your life is on the line |
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Touching, we are moving to the things we feel |
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Trying, to be what we could never be |
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Turning, if we'd only open up our hearts |
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Yearning, for the things we cannot see |
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And the windows of the world |
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Are never open all the way |
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And the voices of the past are not forgotten |
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Till you leave it all behind you |
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You will never see the day' |
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Cause your life is on the line |
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On the line |
