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Look at the street there's a crack in the window Draws my attention into the kitchen I never noticed, I never know why Waitress is smiling up at the
I'll never be the water And I'll never be the wine And I'll never be the last hand you hold before you walk inside I'll never have the last dance And
Head-lights, swirving cars, white man chasing ghosts, bleeding my heart, City smog feels your eyes, let me catch the words that spill from your mind.
