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Well she's waiting, by the window-
worth a fading tear
That will slip in to tomorrow-
And have no fear-
She may look back and blame you
-But you only blame yourself,
And what good would it all do you
If you thought she blamed herself-
It's a lonely life, as bits of dust and rocks
When you shake it off - It is all you have
In the time it takes, to find another space
Get to live again - she'll run and run
Still she's waiting, by the window - with a fading tear.
Well she looks upon, high - flying silver dream-
How she wishes how
She could climb aboard, never coming back
-Turn on it all
Still she's waiting, by the window-
She has no fear.
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