| You look like I need a drink he winked as he slipped from my grasp to the bar
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| And you are?
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| He said me? |
| (me) Little me? |
| (little me)
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| He called from the brink of the day
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| (He called from the brink of the day)
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| He said ´Hey darling hey, hey darling hey´
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| I’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say
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| You don’t know it yet, but I’m the cupid of things
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| That you just didn’t get, that you struggled to say
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| I’m the saint of the paint that was left in the pot
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| I’m your angel ellipsis, your devil of dots
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| Every time that you fumble, I’m the laugh from the back
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| When you think about him, my wings start to flap
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| When you make a mistake, my feet lift from the floor
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| And when you lie there awake every night love, I soar
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| I promise you I’ll be better
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| I promise you I’ll try
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| But like rubbing wine stains into rugs it’s my curse
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| To try and make it right, but by trying make it worse
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| I’m the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned
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| All those letters unsent and that garden ungrown
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| I’m the captain of courage you’ve eternally lacked
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| I’m the Jesus of wishing to Christ he’ll come back
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| Because Farewell Wanderlust, you’ve been oh so kind
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| You brought me to this party but you left me here behind
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| So long to the person you begged me to be
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| She’s down. |
| She’s dead
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| Instead what is left but this old satin dress and the mess that you left when
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| you told me I wasn’t right in the head
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| ´You alright?´
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| Asked the boys from beyond
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| You gave us such a fright
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| We’d hate to see your mascara drip into your pint
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| Might you allow me to slip into something more comfortable then?
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| Be our guest. |
| With hoik of her bra, she waved to the bar and she slipped into
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| the night
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| Come devil come, she sang, call out my name
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| Let’s take this outside cos we’re one and the same
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| Our gods have abandoned us, left us, instead
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| Take up arms, take my hand, let us waltz for the dead
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| I’m the face that stares back when the screen goes to black
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| When your mum says ‘you look healthy' but you know she means you got fat
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| I’m the tales that the guests will applaud and believe
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| I’m the child that you just didn’t have time to conceive
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| I promise you I’m not broken
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| I promise you there’s more
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| More to come, more to reach for, more to hurl at the door
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| Goodbye to all my darkness, there’s nothing here but light
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| Adieu to all the faceless things that sleep with me at night
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| This here is not make up, it’s a porcelain tomb
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| And this here is not singing, I’m just screaming in tune because
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| Because Farewell Wanderlust, you’ve been ever so kind
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| You brought me through this darkness but you left me here behind
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| And so long to the person you begged me to be
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| He’s down. |
| He’s dead
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| Now take a good long look at what you’ve done to me?
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| S/He's down, S/He's dead
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| S/He's gone, S/He's lost
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| S/He's flown, S/he's fled
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| Now take a good long look at what you’ve all done to me |