| It’s so easy
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| Tearing the place apart
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| I’m getting rid of every memory
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| I don’t know where to start
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| So many memories all around me
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| Now that you’ve gone to someone else
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| Give me a reason I should keep, our world that is acres deep,
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| In which you touched, in which you saw, in which you were
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| It’s so easy
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| Tearing the place apart
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| Each square of vinyl that you stepped on
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| Pulled up and thrown away
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| And burned with linen that we slept on
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| All my collections out they go
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| Stamps of all nations where we’d been
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| And we had been everywhere
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| They’re ripped in two
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| They’re ripped in four
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| They’re in the wind
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| It’s so easy
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| (chorus) the walls they enclosed us they’re crumbling, they’re tumbling,
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| I’m stumbling, I’m crumbling
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| Tearing the place apart
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| Tearing the place apart
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| Down come the chandeliers
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| That lit our cozy little dinners
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| Shattered for ever more — one thing is certain —
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| I’ll grow thinner
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| No need to eat with company
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| No need to eat at all I guess
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| Away go the cabinets, so fully stocked
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| From soup to nuts to aubergine…
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| (chorus) the walls they enclosed us they’re crumbling, they’re tumbling,
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| I’m stumbling, I’m crumbling
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| Tearing the place apart
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| Tearing the place apart
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| Tearing the place apart
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| I’ll rip the doors off with the hinges
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| Who needs a door at all
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| The world can walk in and I’ll let them
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| Help yourself to a magazine
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| Help yourself to anything
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| Go and take anything
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| They’re only things
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| They’re only things
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| They’re only things
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| It’s so easy… |