| I’m the mosquito on your wall
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| And the doubt in your mind
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| The seventeen missed calls
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| And the key you can’t find
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| Desperation does as desperation feels
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| I’m the alarm that doesn’t sound
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| I’m the cork in your wine
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| You slapped heel on the town and old transactions declined
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| You were the one song that I could not perform
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| You used to be my shelter from the storm
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| And it’s cold out on the West Coast
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| And it’s lonely by the sea
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| And the unemployment’s rising
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| And the paintings never leave
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| And you said we were forever
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| As you held me to your chest
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| I was not your piece of clay, dear
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| I was your lump of lead
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| I’m the speed camera in the tree
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| And the fine you can’t pay
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| The spinning beach ball on your screen
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| And the crap excuse when you’re late
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| You were the only book to ever put me in a trance
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| Yeah you used to be my amber spyglass
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| And it’s cold out on the West Coast
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| And it’s lonely by the sea
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| And the unemployment’s rising
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| But we’re still someone to beat
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| And you said we were forever
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| As you held me to your chest
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| I was not your piece of clay, dear
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| I was your lump of lead
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| No slow-dancing in the dark
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| No lifeless kisses in my car
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| No awkward chats with family
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| No tired grey personalities
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| No sensual goes on repeat
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| Endlessly rolling in the deep
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| Spending each Friday night at home
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| I have more fun when I’m alone
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| And it’s cold now on the West Coast
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| Yeah, it’s lonely by the sea
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| And the unemployment’s rising
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| And we’re still off to Tenerife
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| Because we know we’re not forever
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| We’ll do no more than try our best
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| We’ll never be their piece of clay, dear
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| We’ll be their lump of lead |