Another look into her might just free me now.
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I feel the drowning pounding of her pain
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and her dreams like eyes,
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as she looks into my sin.
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So knowing where and why she's looking through my window.
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The cameraman wants to take her picture.
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Now words spill out of hearts onto the stone,
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and her image ties the knot of never knowing the whole truth from lies.
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Feels like I'm just now showing pictures to the man
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whose dreams are realized.
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He's older now but he's got newborn eyes.
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Another look into her might just set me free.
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I took her like a shot into my arm.
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Another Look
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| Shawn Mullins |
