| Foreshadow my papers,
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| Dress the living room
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| With your tears and a smile
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| A clashing rain
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| Drops to the ground
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| When you miss, you kiss
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| Your wounds
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| Next to me are your silly notes that
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| Came around and reversed my soul
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| Envelopes empty, they’re closed
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| On another day
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| Looking for you
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| The picture isn’t all that’s left of you
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| And I never knew what to do
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| And it wouldn’t have been love
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| If it wouldn’t have been for your
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| Ooh, ooh
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| In the grave silence
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| I locked your love
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| Drapes were drawn
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| When I let you in
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| But you were never invited
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| come
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| And they ain’t cheap
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| If I can be late
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| It’s gonna hurt
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| If I wet my seal, so
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| Don’t say «Go back
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| The way to the moon»
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| Send me the postcard just as soon
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| And the bird clock ticks all afternoon
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| Curfew’s past, back in two
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| There’s two, with the name
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| And date and time
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| And you
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| In the grave silence
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| I locked your love
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| I’ll buy the envelopes on another day
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| When your blood makes stamp stick
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| Drop the papers on your child’s head
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| The warmest colour of the dead
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| The blackest white you’ve ever read
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| And the crooner’s man instead
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| With a warrior’s face
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| And an arm
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| And a crossbow head
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| In the grave silence
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| I locked your love
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| I didn’t love
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| Silence!
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| Silence, ooh |