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Cristina Necula - Four Windows lyrics
There're four windows on the ceiling In my hotel room And I've got that limp old feeling Of a heavily used broom. I have stretched my nervous tension Way beyond the muted phone, Pining hard for your attention Like a dog after a bone. Wipe the floor with me, my dear, It's what you do best, Let me take your silent fear As another test. I count four windows on the ceiling Just like yesterday, And I've got that eerie feeling There're still four of them today. "So you'll be my nightmare now, Chasing me around, Writing me your e-mails, Treading on my sacred ground?" Oh, your questions are delicious Just like poison on rye, One more serving of suspicions Then I'm all ready to die. Oh, I'd be your nightmare, baby, But I'm just too broke, Spent all my Euros on hotel rooms And a diet Coke. I would chase your every footstep, Write you in your gilded cage, But obsession's over-rated In this lovely day and age. There're four windows on the ceiling, Four times woman split in two, Eight halves of your nightmare reeling Between mirages of you. Yeah, four windows on the ceiling, Four blinds blocking out the sun, Oh, I've got that schizo feeling That I've lost four minds, not one. I count four windows on the ceiling Just like yesterday And I've got that eerie feeling There're still four of them today. |
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