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He stands outside her window
Hour after hour, he watches
Piece by piece he sees her disappearing.
Once she was his flower
Now, he sees her fading
Who can say what comes between lovers?
He takes his blame for reasons they’re apart
But thinks it’s hard, she’s selling pieces of her heart

He stands outside her window
Thinks of the time he’s wasting
Piece by piece, he feels her disappearing…

When I was in Amsterdam I saw the prostitutes in the windows. I imagined a man watching from a bridge.

(c) 2002 Royal T Music

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