I was staring out the window
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The whole time he was talking to me
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It was a filthy pane of glass
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I couldn't get a clear view
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As he went on and on
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It wasn't the outside world I could see
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Just the filthy pane that I was looking through
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So I had to break the window
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It just had to be
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Better that I break the window
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Than him or her or me
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I was never focused on just one thing
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My eyes got fixed when my mind got soft
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It may looked like I'm concentrated on a very clear view
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But I'm as good as asleep
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I bet you didn't know
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It takes a lot of it away if you do
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So I had to break the window
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It just had to be
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Better that I break the window
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Than him or her or me
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So I had to break the window
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It just had to be
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Better that I break the window
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Than him or her or me
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Because the fact in fact
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Whatever¡¯s in front of me is covering my view
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So I can't see what I'm seeing in fact
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I only see what I'm looking through
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I had to break the window
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It just had to be it was in my way
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Better that I break the window
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Then forget what I had to say
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So again I've done the right thing
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I was never worried about that
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The answer's always been in clear view
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But even when the window's clean
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I still can't see for the fact
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That when it's clean it's so clear
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I can't tell what I'm looking through
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So I had to break the window
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It just had to be
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Better that I break the window
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Than him or her or me
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I had to break the window
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It just had to be it was in my way
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Better that I break the window
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Then forget what I had to say
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I had to break the window
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It was in my way
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Better that I break a window
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Then forget what I had to say
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Or miss what I should see
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Window
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Fiona Apple |