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There she goes in her raincoat |
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bringing out all the darkest of skies |
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And I know that I can't walk along |
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'cause the murder is for real in her eyes |
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Cellophane |
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is doing us part, it's a crying vain |
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Cause I'm judging your dots throwing stains |
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The colours that you love to keep |
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There's a little bit of death |
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In every mad goodbye, we say |
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But thank god there's still morning air in her wake |
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showing up the next day |
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Cellophane |
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I'll leave the good things and go insane |
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Hang to dry from a string, Who's to blame? |
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As I can recall, there were two of us |
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Ohh what a waste there goes everything |
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This is not where we should have been |
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This is not where we should have been |
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This is not the end |
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Cellophane |
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I'll leave the good things and go insane |
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Hang to dry from a string, who's to blame? |
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As I can recall, there were two of us |
