(Kerry Livgren)
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Windows, to the world are what we're looking through
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Who knows, if what we find is true
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Seeing, is believing as some people say
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Knowing, is to get a better view
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(Chorus)
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For the windows of the world
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Are never open all the way
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And the voices of the past
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Are not forgotten
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Till you leave it all behind you
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You will never see the day
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'Cause your life is on the line
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Tasting, of the wine of some forbidden fruit
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Reaping, the sorrows that we sow
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Reaching, to the stars will never bring us home
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Teaching, what we really could not know
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(Chorus)
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Touching, we are moving to the things we feel
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Trying, to be what we could never be
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Turning, if we'd only open up our hearts
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Yearning, for the things we cannot see
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(Chorus)
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Windows
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