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A room with a window facing west
Towards the sea
You, with your hands across your chest
Facing me
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don¡¯t think that I can do this anymore
I¡¯ll take the high road that he walked
Once before
You sit and watch me as I come
Through the door
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don¡¯t think that I can do this anymore
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don¡¯t think that I can do this anymore
Show me the path down to the shoreline ¡®cause
I don¡¯t know if I can do this anymore
A room with a window facing west.
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