BESEDILO

My phobia has got me and I dare not leave the roomI’m stare out of my window with my loneliness in bloomI try to call you and I try to call you from the phonebox down the hallI’d like to see you and I’d like to meet you won’t you please give me a callOh take a look at my windowOh take a look at my windowOh take a look at my windowI close my eyes and I think of you, a million miles awayI pray you to be tomorrow where we were yesterdayI try to call you and I try to call you but I just can’t find the wordsI’d like to see you and I’d like to meet you, is this misplace so absurdOh take a look at my windowOh take a look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowI stare out of my window and the empty streets belowBehind the shades of fading glass I got nowhere else to goSo I take a look at my windowI take a look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowA look at my windowTake a look at my windowTake a look at my window

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