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it’s like the view from the window 
in the house I grew up in
it’s all gone away
and one weeks’ shave is just a day away
from being all I need

but the girl on the phone
I have to confess
is just the one I always wanted to be with
with kisses dropping honey
and more than I can take 
to take my breath away from me

the other one’s angry
words making waves to subliminal space
sinking, soaring through the atmosphere of our apartment
and we don’t really get along
because I keep talking of the girl
of the girl I used to know
used to know

and how now she just flies above the leaves
the leaves of the tree I always lie under
underneath the truth that I don’t really love the life at present
presently beyond the point of feeling
feeling all the pain that I’m in

inside,
I just want to find the end
the end of the rainbow
cause that’s exactly where she’ll be