| It’s so far gone you can’t see it if you’re squinting but still talk about it
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| half of the day
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| When it’s hurting close the curtains
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| You’ve got to feel it but you don’t got to say
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| 9 hours of mourning in the milky way
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| Her flat’s got curtains and a mezzanine
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| I guess it’s going to waste
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| And as the feeling fades
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| You couldn’t give it away
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| Better it’s going to waste
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| It’s so far gone that it’s barely in the background like I left the TV playing
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| again
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| Something different steals the picture but I just pull myself back to it again
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| When it’s hurting keep it hurting
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| And I can prove how much I care till it fades
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| 9 hours of mourning in the milky way
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| Her flat’s got curtains and a mezzanine
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| I guess it’s going to waste
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| And as the feeling fades
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| You couldn’t give it away
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| Better it’s going to waste
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| 9 hours of mourning in the milky way
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| Her flat’s got curtains and a mezzanine
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| I guess it’s going to waste
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| And as the feeling fades
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| I couldn’t give it away
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| Better it’s going to waste
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| But I guess it’s going to waste
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| And as the feeling fades
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| I couldn’t give it away
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| I guess it’s going to waste
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| Better it’s going to waste
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| Better it’s going to waste
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| Better it’s going to waste |