| I’m tired of everything, every scene and every screen
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| No communication, I’m the last to know
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| I gave up everything, lawyers, priests and the TV
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| There’s no hesitation, this scene is for me
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| I’m good to the ghosts, I like my window
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| I look out on the hills, within the city down below
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| Although I’ve held you in my arm, what good’s it doing me?
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| There’s no looking over your shoulder for love
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| I’m trying everything, GMC and QVC
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| There’s no hesitation, I’m the first to call
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| I’m not the only one putting stock in chemistry
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| In this porch flight nation
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| Lying at them all
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| I’m good to the ghosts, I like my window
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| I look out on the hills, within the city down below
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| I’m just a rumor now, this is what I’ll tell you
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| There’s no looking over your shoulder for love
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| I’m good to the ghosts, I like my window
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| I look out on the hills, within the city down below
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| Some call me crazy, am I weak or am I tough?
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| But I’m not looking over your shoulder for love
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| I’m not the only one
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| I’m not the only one
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| I’m good to the ghosts, I like my window
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| I look out on the hills, within the city down below
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| Some call me crazy, am I weak or am I tough?
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| But I’m not looking over your shoulder for love |