| People disappear like socks in the wash
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| Where they reappear, I got no clue
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| Mixing up the rest into a state of pissed off
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| Fixing up the feelings in a rendezvous
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| Waiting waiting waiting in that ristorante Roma
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| We sorted out and decided to meet
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| The waiter checks me out for the very last time
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| Got me so frustrated now I’m on my feet
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| I haven’t got a clue
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| Eyes staring right through you
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| Tried to phone you up at home and on your mobile
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| The answering machine says
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| Please leave a message after the beep
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| I’m no more insulted it just gives me the creeps
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| The saddest guy with a vanished girlfriend
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| Trains go by fast they split up the night
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| Someone smiling sits there right across my bed
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| I’m staring right into his yellow dark eyes
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| Fear is flooding in something hits my head
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| I haven’t got a clue
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| Eyes staring right through you
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| I haven’t got a clue
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| Time’s running out for you
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| Time is back head is cracked
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| I can’t sleep there is no need
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| I know you’re here there is no fear
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| Just like socks in the wash
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| We disappear |
| I haven’t got a clue
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| Eyes staring right through you
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| I haven’t got a clue
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| Time’s running out for you
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| Checking my time like some old school clock
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| Ticking really loud when you’re winding me up
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| Saying hello to all the five people that I know
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| I got a bag and plenty of time
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| Elliot Smith is over there
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| With a knife in his chest and blood in his black hair
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| And I see him smoking Winston cigarettes
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| I wonder where the people are that I detest… |