| It’s the tearing sound of love-notes
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| Drowning out these gray stained windows
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| And the view outside is sterile
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| And I’m only two cubes down
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| I’d photocopy all the things that we could be
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| If you took the time to notice me
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| But you can’t now, I don’t blame you
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| And it’s not your fault that no one ever does
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| But you don’t work here, anymore
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| It’s just a vacant three-by-four
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| And they might fill your place
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| A temporary stand-in for your face
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| This happens all the time
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| And I can’t help but think I’ll die, alone
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| So, I’ll spend my time with strangers
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| A condition and it’s terminal
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| In this water-cooler romance
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| And it’s coming to a close
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| We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
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| Kicking over blades we see
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| Or a dark beach with a black view
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| And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall
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| But you don’t work here, anymore
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| It’s just a vacant three-by-four
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| And they might fill your place
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| A temporary stand-in for your face
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| This happens all the time
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| And I can’t help but think I’ll die, alone
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| I know you don’t work here, anymore
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| I know you don’t work here, anymore
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| I know you don’t work here, anymore
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| I know you don’t work here, anymore
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| I know you don’t work here, anymore
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| I know you don’t work here, anymore
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| Sometimes, I think I’ll die alone, sometimes, I think I’ll die alone
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| Sometimes, I think I’ll die alone, live and breathe and die alone
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| Sometimes, I think I’ll die alone, sometimes, I think I’ll die alone
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| Sometimes, I think I’ll die alone, I’d think I’d love to die alone
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| Just take, I think I’d love to die
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| Me down, I think I’d love to die
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| Just take, I think I’d love to die
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| Me down, I think I’d love to die alone
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| I think I’d love to die alone, I think I’d love to die alone
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| I think I’d love to die alone, live and breathe and die alone
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| I think I’d love to die alone, I think I’d love to die alone
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| I think I’d love to die alone |