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Every single day,
I watch her pass.
By my window,
On the other side of the glass,
Over there it's another world,
A better world,
Where papers and charts don't matter,
Where it's morals and hearts that count,
Over there it's a better world,
On the other side of the glass,
Is the beautiful girl,
Who passes me by,
While I ask myself why,
Am I in here,
When I could be out there,
With her,
Now I decide,
Tomorrow will be new,
When I look out my window,
And see the wonders of you,
Tomorrow I'll stop,
I'll break down the glass,
And the window that's caged me,
Shall be part of my past
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