| You and I will be together when we shed our memory
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| I won’t wear an orange sweater when I get it off of me
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| When it’s as it someday is it always will have been the case
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| When your ever-searching finger finds the button marked «Erase»
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| Finger find the button marked «Erase»
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| Like a deep-sea diver falling into a mermaid’s embrace
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| Put one box on the sidewalk
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| Then you return with the next and the first one’s gone
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| Everyone gets on the bus out of town
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| And the lights start going out one by one
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| Button marked «Erase»
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| When darlings must be murdered
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| When your heartbreak overwhelms your heart
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| Think of this as solving problems that should never have occurred
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| Please don’t call it strangulation
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| That is such an ugly word
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| Press Erase, ignore the shrill alarms
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| See the way the deep-sea diver falls into the mermaid’s arms
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| Put one box on the sidewalk
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| Then you return with the next and the first one’s gone
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| Everyone gets on the bus out of town
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| And the lights start going out one by one
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| Button marked «Erase»
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| When darlings must be murdered
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| When your heartbreak overrides the very
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| Thing you can not face
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| The skeletons that won’t stay down
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| The mercy kill that can’t be drowned
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| Put, box, sidewalk
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| Then, return, next, first one gone
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| Everyone, on, bus, out
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| Lights, out, one by one
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| Finger find the button marked erase
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| Like a deep sea diver falling into a mermaid’s embrace
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| Put one box on the sidewalk
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| Then you return with the next and the first one’s gone
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| Everyone gets on the bus out of town
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| And the lights start going out one by one |