She's plugged into headphones
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Crouched in the corner of her one bedroom flat
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Her clothes for the next day hang in the hallway
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Over the welcome mat
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She sees her own reflection
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Looking back from a blank TV screen
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She stares for a while and then she mimes the words
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And on those days when she is looking around her
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She's so amazed by the things that she sees
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But most days she only sees herself
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Upstairs behind another locked door
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He's watching a movie that he's seen before
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Phone's off the hook, the curtains are drawn
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The benches are clean and the dishwasher's on
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He sees his own reflection in a frame on the wall that's catching the light
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He hadn't realised that he looked so tired
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And on those days when he is looking around him
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He's so amazed by the things that he sees
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But most days he only sees himself
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Next morning they pass in the hall
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Both of them stare straight at the floor
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All they hear is the sound of their shoes
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As they climb in their cars to the radio news
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They're stuck in traffic now
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At opposite ends of the very same street
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And just like everyone else
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Driving with 4 spare seats
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And if today they were looking around them
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They'd be amazed by the things that they'd see
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They don't even see themselves
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Four Square Seats
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| Kate Miller-Heidke |
