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Aug 2010
Window, Window, Window.
You show me all the places that I go.
You show me scenes I don't know.

It's like you let my eyes travel outta my head,
this open view into the images of reality.
Now don't feel too wonderful,
after all you can't show me what I have seen,
on the T.V. screen.
Written by
Adam Mathieu
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