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Other song lyrics I thought that i would follow you,
to see where you go.
Your homes such a secret,
Your house dosen`t know.
To think that i would tell the things you`ve not yet shown,
or even try to be any one of all the things you`ve ever been.
Something in the way that you look at me.
Something in that ordinary stare.
Something in the way that you look at me,
that isn`t there.
Much needed irrigation on the lanscape of your face,
your hills hide a history the law couldn`t trace.
To think that i would tell them things you`ve not yet told,
Hate and jealousy are funny things when you`re lying in a distant stream.
Something in the way that you look at me.
Something close to freezing in the air.
Something in the way that you look at me,
that isn`t there.
And without care.
