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Open the window I need some air
So many people and there's such disorder here
Familiar faces found out lies
And to distract I watch the passers by
I wonder what they'd recognize
And what they'd recommend to fill my days
Possessions start to wear me down
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me crown
I'm nervous can you help me
Inside they harbour secret thoughts
They peek through windows that have twice been locked
I have to walk to wear me out
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me crown
I'm nervous can you help me
I fold my arms and pray to leave
I've got a headful of ideas inside of me
My lips pressed tight so as not to drown
I need some good advice some good advice to wear me crown
I'm nervous can you help me
Give me some good advice can never be wrong if I know it's you
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