"Woke up with a shoe in my mouth. Should I head north or south? You got me out on the lake... and I banked all my dreams on an earthquake. And I felt love come in through my windowpane, tripping up the high road, tearing down the low. And I saw life chanting out the mantra. If you want it, let it go."
Guillemots, Through the Windowpane, Through the Windowpane Sometimes, I could cry for miles, sometimes, I could cry for miles, but I don't. Get me an exit, I need an exit. I need a window or door.
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