She's staring out the window, the western september sky
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Half of her is looking for a future she will never find
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Yeah she can fool herself like so many others do
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And once you lose yourself it'll never come back to you
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I've carried roses to her door
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She won't accept them anymore
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But on down the road, there's a girl who wants more
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She says she hasn't seen anything like this before
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Before
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No help tonight, she has to face her own reflection now
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She's so sick and tired of waiting for her enemies somehow
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And when she goes outside she can't help but look away
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The only thing that she can do to make it through another day
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I've carried roses to her door
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She won't accept them anymore
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But on down the road, there's a girl who wants more
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She says she hasn't seen anything like this before
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Like this before
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Western September Sky
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| Flying Blind |
