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A closed window When it could be open Oh but that depends on so many things Does my mom want it open? What's the weather like? What's on the other side? And I can see everything The distractions The different directions that aren't mine And how selfish I still have a fan inside But the air it blows isn't as authentic But you know, I'd have it open all the time if I could If you wanted If you wanted to open up to me
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
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A closed window When it could be open Oh but that depends on so many things Does my mom want it open? What's the weather like? What's on the other side? And I can see everything The distractions The different directions that aren't mine And how selfish I still have a fan inside But the air it blows isn't as authentic But you know, I'd have it open all the time if I could If you wanted If you wanted to open up to me
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
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