Looking through the window can you tell me what you see.
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You're sure you're really seeing what is meant to be a Glass
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a mirror to reflect what I conspire a vision, image I desire.
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Standing on the ice believing all I'm searching for
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Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before
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Standing on the ice believing all I'm searching for
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Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before
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Living in a glass house shielding all that's meant for me
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Can you clear the shade and can you tell me what you see.
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Shadow fills the light
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until the glass house becomes the night
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Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming
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Running everywhere
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Seeing clearly when I dare
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Is it today or is it your way
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And the moon must fall
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Inspiration waits for your call for you to get a silhouette
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Narrow the field aim in any direction
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Do what I feel just to see my reflection
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Any turn I know
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Disappearing everywhere I go
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I look to you for what I do
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And only then I see
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That the glass house is just for me
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And any time is never mine
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Narrow the field aim in any direction
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Do what I feel just to see my reflection
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Shadow fills the light
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until the glass house becomes night
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Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming
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Running everywhere
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Seeing clearly when I dare
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Is it today or is it your way
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And the moon must fall
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Inspiration waits for your call for you to get a silhouette.
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In A Glass House
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Gentle Giant |