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So this is odd |
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Painful realization that all has gone wrong |
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And nobody cares at all |
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And nobody cares at all |
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So you buried all your lovers clothes |
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And burned the letters lover wrote |
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But it doesn't make it any better |
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Doesn't make it any better |
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And the plaster dented from your fist |
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In the hall where you had your first kiss |
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Reminds you that the memories will fade |
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So this is strange |
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A side stepping has come to be a brilliant dance |
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Where nobody leads at all |
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Where nobody leads at all |
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And the picture frames are facing down |
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And the ringing from this empty sound |
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Is deafening and keeping you from sleep |
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And breathing is a foreign task |
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And thinking's just too much to ask |
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And you're measuring your minutes |
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By a clock that's blinking eights |
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And this is incredible, starving, insatiable |
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Yes, this is love for the first time |
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And you'd like to think that you were invincible |
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Yeah, well, weren't we all once before we felt lost for the first time |
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Well, this is the last time |
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This is the last time |
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This is the last time |
