Safe in the night
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When people look but can not see
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Pale in the light
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That shines above onto the street
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I watch you walkin' on the other side
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And I turn my head away in shame
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Wishin' they'd talk in the worthless--
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Quaint and reserved
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The house that knows you in detail
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Slender and curved
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You come down stairs to get your mail
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I watch you walkin' on the other side
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And I feel my thinking rearrange
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As slowly every thought will change
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Summer has gone
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October fled without a word
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Winter is on
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My conscience has remained uncured
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I watch you walkin' on the other side
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And I rush my fingers through my hair
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Telling myself that it is not fair
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I watch you walkin' on the other side
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And I rush my fingers through my hair
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Telling myself that it is not fair
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Watch You Walking
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| Matthew Sweet |
