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Store Window Reality

 

Lookin' into empty store windows

walkin' down a deserted street

waitin' for a sunrise that'll never arrive

listenin' to your empty heart beat

         The truth cuts to the bone

         When you realize you're alone

 

you know it isn't real

cause you can touch it

and there's nothin' to feel

 

 

seekin' the usual suspects

tellin' all the familiar lies

makin' the same old excuses

turnin' away from their empty eyes

         The truth cuts to the bone

         but now you're bleeding alone

 

you know they weren't real

cause you could touch them

and there was nothing to feel

 

runnin' the virtual defenses

crushin' the same old ICE

hopin' for a perfect solution

fallin' for the same old vice

         The truth cuts to the bone

       yet you say you want to be alone

 

and you know she wasn't real

cause you could touch her

and there was nothin' to feel

 

 

Lookin' into empty store windows

walkin' down a deserted street

waitin' for a sunrise that'll never arrive

listenin' to your empty heart beat

         The truth cuts to the bone

         When you realize you're alone

 

you know it isn't real

cause you can touch it

and there's nothin' to feel

 

Originally written in 1970. This variant written in 2003