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One, two, three, four
When I think of you
When I don't know what's in store
When I don't know what's to follow up
Or what could be ignored
When I don't know what it is I'm looking for
And I don't know what counts as looking anymore
Just in case you ever think I've closed the door
I keep a window wide for you
Do I think of you?
Do I make myself?
Is there anything to be gained by the distinction?
Am I just bored in this hotel?
Am I now another voice in the crowd?
Who might go read that book you recommended to me now?
The hour is late, the lights are low, am
I allowed to keep a window wide for you?
Written by: Gilberto Mallindine-Bettini, Saeed Gadir, Will Wormald
