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I'm looking out
But I can only see the window
And in the glass
My reflection growing so cold

I know there's more
I remember seeing through you
It seemed to matter then
But maybe I was just a fool

We're growing old

Things that mattered then
Seem nothing more than grains of sand
The benefit of time
Seems like an overplayed hand

There's a shadow coming close
Look there, I think it saw me
If I can look away
Then maybe it will ignore me

We're growing old