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My phobia has got me and I dare not leave the room
I stare out of my window with my loneliness in bloom.
I try to call you and I try to call you from the phone box down the hall.
I'd like to see you and I'd like to meet you won't you please give me a call?

Oh take a look at my window
Oh take a look at my window
Oh take a look at my window

I close my eyes and think of you a million miles away.
I pray you'll be tomorrow and where we were yesterday.
I try to call you and I try to call you but I just can't find the words.
I'd like to see you and I'd like to meet you is this thing so absurd?


Oh take a look at my window
Oh take a look at my window
A look at my window
A look at my window
A look at my window
A look at my window

I stare out of my window at the empty street below
Behind a sheet of pretty glass I've nowhere else to go.


So I take a look a look at my window
A look at my window
A look at my window
A look at my window
A look at my window
Take a look at my window
Take a look at my window