| The sky looks pissed
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| The wind talks back
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| My bones are shifting in my skin
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| And you my love are gone
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| My room feels wrong
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| The bed won’t fit
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| I cannot seem to operate
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| And you my love are gone
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| So glide away on soapy heels
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| And promise not to promise anymore
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| And if you come around again
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| Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door
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| I’ll never say that I’ll never love
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| But I don’t say a lot of things
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| And you my love are gone
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| So glide away on soapy heels
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| And promise not to promise anymore
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| And if you come around again
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| Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door
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| So glide away on soapy heels
|
| And promise not to promise anymore
|
| And if you come around again
|
| Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door
|
| So glide away on soapy heels
|
| And promise not to promise anymore
|
| And if you come around again
|
| Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door
|
| So glide away on soapy heels
|
| And promise not to promise anymore
|
| And if you come around again
|
| Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door
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| So glide away on soapy heels
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| And promise not to promise anymore
|
| And if you come around again
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| Then I will take, then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door |