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I wish someone had taught me to have patience and to learn to be on my own,
When I'm staring at you, but you're looking over my shoulder.
And I tried to ignore it until the time I saw you without make up.
And I wish someone had taught me to blow glass so I could
Blow this jar around me and not care about what was happening outside
'Cause nothing's happening but this.
And I haven't even met you yet,
Some people wouldn't even call us friends,
And I get lonelier, in this spring rain.
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