The curtain thins
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Violins announce the score is over
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The symphony clears the folded chairs
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And walk towards the snack bar
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And I forgot what the libretto was all about
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At eight o'clock you drop me off
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And not a word was spared for us
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Drinks at ten, we're off again
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The crowds and bouncers stare at us
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And the last one out the car fills the meter up
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Don't say your name, just dance with me
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Oh no, my ride is gone it's time to leave
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Then racing for the sink
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I shove my head in
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And the world looks like heaven
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It's all white
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All White
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| And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |
