Look Through My Window

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I used to live in new york city. 
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Everything there was dark and dirty. 
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Outside my window was a steeple, 
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With a clock that always said twelve-thirty. 

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Young girls are coming to the canyon, 
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And in the mornings i can see them walking. 
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I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, 
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And i can't keep myself from talking. 

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At first, so strange, to feel so friendly. 
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To say good morning and really mean it. 
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To feel these changes happening in me, 
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But not to notice till i feel it. 

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C                             G 
Young girls are coming to the canyon, 
F          Fm                      G      G7 
And in the mornings i can see them walking. 
C                       G 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, 
F           Fm               C 
And i can't keep myself from talking. 

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Cloudy waters cast no reflection. 
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Images of beauty lie there stagnant. 
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Vibrations bounce in no direction, 
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And lie there shattered into fragments. 

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C                             G 
Young girls are coming to the canyon, 
F          Fm                      G      G7 
And in the mornings i can see them walking. 
C                       G 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, 
F           Fm               C 
And i can't keep myself from talking.