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Har haft denna låt på hjärnan heela dagen.... It's the tearing sound of love-notes Drowning out these gray stained windows And the view outside is sterile And I'm only two cubes down I'd photocopy all the things that we could be If you took the time to notice me But you can't now, I don't blame you And it's not your fault that no one ever does [Chorus:] But you don't work here anymore It's just a vacant three by four And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think I'll die alone So I'll spend my time with strangers A condition and it's terminal In this water-cooler romance And it's coming to a close We could be in the park and dancing by a tree Kicking over blades we see Or a dark beach with a black view And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall [Chorus] I know you don't work here anymore [x6] Sometimes I think I'll die alone, sometimes I think I'll die alone Sometimes I think I'll die alone, live and breathe and die alone
Annons
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