| Pictures of a face
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| Descriptions of the day
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| I don’t know what to say about that
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| Pictures… pictures of a face
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| Descriptions the day he walked away
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| It was raining, and this pain in your heart never went
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| You never said it would feel like this
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| And that’s why I want you to stay;
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| That’s not what I meant to say
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| But I mean it… «I mean it?»
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| Yeah, right… There’s your honesty
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| Honestly, I’m feeling fine
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| Intelligent design
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| Line of eye-shadow tears and more wine
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| I don’t mind if I do
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| Do you like my new shoes?
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| Mums, dads and home truths…
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| Like: what are we going to do about you?
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| You used to be such a happy child
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| You dialled the number, didn’t speak
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| How do new lovers meet?
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| Incredible feats of bravery wavering
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| Baby steps favouring wild mood swings
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| We were never not quite on the brink
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| Not trying to not think of missed connections
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| Missing links. |
| Rose tints…
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| It’s just one of those things
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| Imagining you
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| It’s just one of those things we do
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| Things, things. |
| So many things…
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| So much to say
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| Lonely strings
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| Catch the bouquet
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| Hey, hey, here’s your soulmate
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| Spinning plates. |
| One topples
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| It’s too late, it breaks
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| Industrial estates
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| And a canvas of cannibals of our entwined fates
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| So let’s find a place to be complete
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| Find names we repeat
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| Find signs in the names of her street
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| And when you sleep, it’s still there
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| Always there, now you’re scared
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| Of a necklace of amber
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| Take care of your paint and your brushes
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| You know the way she is, the way she pushes
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| A greater weight than a lifetime of crushes
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| Playing back the day’s rushes
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| Here’s the scene where you see him
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| And you don’t know what to say
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| And I don’t know what to say about that
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| Pictures of a face
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| I don’t know what to say about that
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| Descriptions of the day
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| He walked away
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| I suppose some boys spend their whole life joking
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| Reading lines like karaoke
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| And opening wounds, tombs
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| Visiting unspoken rooms in the Crowlands
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| No romance. |
| No «shall we dance?»
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| Circumstance
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| Limping men with beers cans
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| Fortune’s old hands
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| Reading lines of love, life, big dreams and pretty bad plans
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| Plots and parades
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| Every day, every night
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| The end was always in sight
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| And when it ends
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| It never ends, it descends
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| Into the centre of the earth
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| Wish this curse could be lifted
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| Sometimes the world makes me feel like I never existed
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| And I existed when she was laughing
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| Pictures of a face
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| I don’t know what to say about that
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| Fortune’s old hands
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| Overrunning the land with you
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| When you were laughing
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| When she was laughing |