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(Verse 1) Out from my class, through the window I gaze, Your class in view, in a silent daze. Every time, I hope to see, You stepping out, just once, let it be. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you reside, In your presence, my feelings abide. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Verse 2) In the corridor, where our paths align, I choose your class, a decision divine. Hoping you'll emerge, and our eyes will meet, A fleeting connection, oh, so sweet. (Pre-Chorus) Always on the first bench, you're there, In my thoughts, you're everywhere. I pass your class, a hopeful glance, Trying to catch your eyes, a subtle trance. (Chorus) A hundred times, I've tried to convey, Through the window, my heart's display. Silent moments, in my own way, Hoping you notice, each passing day. (Bridge) The classroom echoes with silent yearning, My heart's whispers, steadily churning. Hoping one day, fate will allow, Our eyes to meet, and secrets avow. (Verse 3) Out from my class, the routine persists, Your class, a realm where my heart insists. Through the window, my gaze prevails, In the hope of catching those hidden tales. (Outro) So I pass by, each and every time, Choosing your class, a silent paradigm. Out from my class, in this subtle dance, Hoping you notice, our fleeting chance.