Something on the windowsill
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Caught her eye and held her still
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The cars pass by outside
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Nowhere left to hide
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Picture this now crystal clear
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Nothing left to hold her here
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And creeping up meanwhile
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Traces of a smile
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Something on the windowsill
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Caught her eye and held her still
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The cars pass by outside
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Eyes open wide to see if I could fly
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Something on the windowsill
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Something on the windowsill
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Picture This
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| Beastie Boys |
