Here I am again by myself in this room
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And I stare at the ceiling like the others
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The door closed, the light out, the window open
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The blinds shudder from the cold
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Empty walls are all staring at me
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While the faces in their frames look away
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The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls
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And there¡¯s something familiar about that
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I can¡¯t get away from myself
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And I¡¯m wondering where you are now
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CHORUS
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Seems like everyone else has the someone they need
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And there¡¯s an odd number of people like me
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But this can¡¯t be because I believe in something better than love
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Here I am again by myself in this room
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There¡¯s no other place I can surface
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My insides want out while the outside wants in
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And the mirror is my window to the world
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Pictures of dreams are the words
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That I finally found tonight
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If I could show them to you
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Would you recognize the scene?
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I know that I may be lonely
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But am I ever alone?
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CHORUS
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Every part of me feels it tonight
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Alone to the tips of my fingers
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But it all goes away when the sun comes up
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So you¡¯ll never see this...
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Untitled, Anonymous
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Everyday Sunday |