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Looking through windows like a T.V. screen Like pictures of war Nightlife Strangers in bed Nightlife Try to forget Looking through windows like and old peep show I'm listening to breathing and lies Don't tell mother or the man next door Girls in love for the night Looking through windows at a friend of mine She's like a knife in my heart But you can get used to any thing I'm in love for the night
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