I know I will always be
That man on the outside looking in
And I know I will always be stuck
Behind open doorways
And I know I will be that boy
Looking through your window
And I know I will never get a chance
To be on the other side of the glass
Oh, how I wish I could be a tear
That falls from your cheek, born in your eye
Live on your face, die on your lips
I walk these streets so late at night
Praying or pretending that you're in my arms
In my dreams your lips touch mine
But that's not reality
And I know I will never taste your breath
As it tastes mine
Oh, how I wish I could be a tear
That falls from your cheek, born in your eye
Live on your face, die on your lips

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