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The window pane Is the only thing I see when I look out The frost covered window You'll come home I know I know That we could be happy Lift up the hood or maybe you have a flat Cause you should have been here by now By now We could be happy with the finest wines I'll sing to you all the time Flies by Fly away Fly away, goodnight In the vacuums of space These feelings are erased Without gravity In the vacuums of space These feelings are erased The setting sun on mars is all you ever wanted If only I could name this land From Letras Mania