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You make me feel like a criminal whenever you drop by
You're so surreal; almost subliminal
I never know just why

Standing, staring, looking out my window
No one caring, watching the streetlights glow
Standing, watching the wind blow

Some people say our love is pitiful; it seems that I agree
You make me play the part of someone cool
That's someone else; not me

Standing, staring, looking out my window
No one caring, watching the streelights glow
Standing alone

You're glad when you make me cry
You're so amused when I need you
I'd like to tell you goodbye
But darlin', I can't let you go

If I could just sail away or had the wings of an angel
I'd ride the wind today
But darlin', there's no place to go

Standing, staring, looking out my window
No one caring, watching the streetlights glow
Standing, watching the wind blow

© 2012 - David Shapireau