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I Can See Beautiful Things Again
I’m Staring blankly out a window
Ask even now, and i can tell you every detail
About the dark atmosphere around,
Fuzzy socks on and drawstrings pulled tight
Counting down the minutes till it strikes ten
In a sketchy motel lobby
Phone to my ear
And my breath slow, cold
I recount to you
How the day has passed
And tell you something
Something so odd
That you can’t quite place
I say
“I can see beautiful things again”
And it's so unconnected
You don’t see much of it
Baby,
You don't know
how much that means to me
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