She wears her heart
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Upon her sleeve and doesn¡¯t think
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The world can see
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Behind a smile she hopes can seize
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Her broken box of memories
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White lies in windows
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Easy to see through
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Look with your heart
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Look with your eyes
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You¡¯ll see the world or a heart that¡¯s been broken
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Looking through windows and white lies
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He rakes the ashes of yesterday
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For something he can¡¯t wear with pride
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He says he could have had it all
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If only he had tried
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White lies in windows
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Easy to see through
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Look with your heart
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Look with your eyes
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You¡¯ll see the world or a heart that¡¯s been broken
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Looking through windows and white lies
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And we all hide sometimes
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Behind the life
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It¡¯s a fool¡¯s game
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Its ourselves we deceive
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She says she¡¯s glad
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She never married
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No one to hurt
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No one to please
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Children would have only tied her down
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Stolen her fantasy
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White lies in windows
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Easy to see through
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Look with your heart
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Look with your eyes
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You¡¯ll see the world or a heart that¡¯s been broken
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Looking through windows and white lies
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Looking through windows and white lies
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White Lies And Windows
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| Charlie Landsborough |
