Looking Out My Window
Looking out my window watching the day go by
Looking out my window asking myself questions why, why, why
Looking out my window watching the cars go by
Looking out my window wanting to cry
Looking out my window watching nature
Looking out my window wonderin’ why the world has hatred
Looking out my window watching the sky
Looking out my window wishing I could fly
Looking out my window letting my troubles go
Looking out my window wondering why I feel sorrow
Looking out my window all I see is pain and hurt
Looking out my window all I see is life is hard work
Looking out my window I see bright sun
Looking out my window I know life is hectic but my life has just begun
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