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my forehead against the glass
an imprint that will last
waiting for a bus
for you to get off
for life to go on
to get out of that town
out of that house

my forehead against the glass
an imprint that will last
brother call our mom
tell her of her car
tell her of my scars
and tell her what i found
coming down
my forehead against the glass   an imprint that will last   waiting for a bus   for you to get off   for life to go on   to get out of that town   out of that house      my forehead against the glass   an imprint that will last   brother call our mom   tell her of her car   tell her of my scars   and tell her what i found   coming down