It's been all the same
The wasted words
The way I'm feeling strange
Colours gone the way
Of empty rooms
And leaning over days
Letterbox in TV frame
I let you in, you'd do the same
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And maybe I can laugh if off again
I love your mercury smile
It keeps me outta line
I try to simplify
The complicated kind
I got an alibi
If you're so inclined
Everything was beautiful
I don't know why it had to be this way
I recall the blame
The failing terms, the light revealing stain
Fabric starts to frey
With every line of thought begins decay
Letterbox in TV frame
No reaction to a claim
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It made me laugh so I can start again
Falling in disgrace, listen to the laughter
What a terrible waste. I can hardly wait.
