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There's a girl who lives across the street from me
Each morning I get up just so I'll see her
As she waits for the bus that stops outside my house
But she'll never see me as she stands in the rain
She checks her refection in the window of the shelter
Smacks her lipstick on tight, shakes her wet hair
And just for a moment I wanna forget
That she's out of my reach and I'm out of my depth
With her angel-blue stare and chameleon hair
But I know that I'll always be invisible to her
She's all that I've ever wanted
But I'll never get 'cause I'm far too obscure to see
And I wanna touch her, but she's made of wood
And I'll be left standing with skelfs in my hands
And I'll be left standing with skelfs in my hands
And when she goes down to the bar for a drink
I watch her through a veil of hair so no-one thinks
That I'm looking at her as she sits at the bar
Just metres from me, but she'll always be miles away
I wish she would see me but she looks straight through me
'Cause I'm made of glass, and I'm always invisible
I wish she would see me but she looks straight through me
'Cause I'm made of glass, and I'm always invisible to her
I'm always invisible to her