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A few that I could come up with:
Opeth - Windowpane
Blank face in the windowpane
Made clear in seconds of light
Disappears and returns again
Counting hours, searching the night
Might be waiting for someone
Might be there for us to see
Might be in need of talking
Might be staring directly at me
Inside plays a lullaby
Slurred voice over children cries
On the inside
Haunting loneliness in the eye
Skin covering a secret scar
His hand is waving a goodbye
There's no response or action returned
There is deep prejudice in me
Outshines all reason inside
Given dreams all ridden with pain
And projected unto the last
Porcupine Tree - "Lazarus"
As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head breaks the analog
And says
Follow me down
To the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul
I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
It said
Follow me down
To the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul
Follow me down
To the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul
My David, don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you
Ghosts of the twenties rising
Golden summers just holding you
Follow me down
To the valley below
(Follow me, follow me down)
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul
Follow me down
To the valley below
(Follow me, follow me down)
You know
Moonlight is bleeding
From out of your soul
Come to us, Lazarus,
It's time for you to go.
The Byrds "Eight Miles High"
Eight miles high and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town known for its sound
In places small faces unbound
Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone
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I still wave at the dots on the shore
And I still beat my head against the door
I still rage and wage my little war
I'm a shade and easy to ignore
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