Life must be so wonderful, living here on your own,
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please call / around to see.
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And maybe I've been loving you for too long, / and now blind,
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I watch you bleed.
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You rot in your bedroom, you cry on the phone.
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Well I'm sorry / but he's not at home.
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You give me your secrets, you give me your heart
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and I smile whilst you fall apart.
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Oh no, / please not now, / can't you see there's no time?
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No, I haven't the time. / Can't you see there's no time?
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Oh-oh, / oh-oh-oh-oh, / oh-oh, / oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
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Now all our dreams melt / in the sun, / and visions / dwindle
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one by one by one. / Perhaps you should move somewhere / far away,
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to another town / where maybe they / could see things in your way.
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It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be hard.
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I smile whilst you fall apart.
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You're sorry, you're sorry, is all that you say.
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Well, / I'd stop it, but I can't find a way.
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Your life must be so wonderful, / your visions die and fall.
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And in the end, / nothing ends, / just grows fainter
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and farther / away.
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Life Must Be So Wonderful
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