Can you see it when I look you straight into the eyes.
Do you notice when I talk to you?
Maybe it's just me,
But I don't think you have a clue.
And I wonder why I am still taken.
Why do you still have something that's mine,
Captured in your strong glass hands?
You have my most precious thing,
And you carry it around every day and night.
But I still think you don't have a clue.
And I don't have a clue,
When I am getting my own thing back.
So still, only time will tell...
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