Go, breathe easy
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Your hands will remain empty
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When you have stopped clutching at straws
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Clean two bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores
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No one matters, no one matters, no one cares
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He whispered, oh my God this really is a joy to behold
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For he said it's a joy to be held so I held him too close
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It was a grave mistake, he never came back again
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I'm not saying there's good in none of this
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Miserabilia to show the kids
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I'm not saying that you're responsible
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Miserabilia for one, for all
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I've spend too much time on my knees
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Next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants
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Sobbing into my warm, pale palms
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For a better understanding of her dietary requirements
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Cried on ocean floors all walking into clubs
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Not '06, not '08, two thousand 2010
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2004, [Incomprehensible], oh my God, oh my God
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We got nostalgic ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit
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Collected scabs in lockets
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Hung them round our necks like nooses
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None of it mattered, none of it matters, nobody cared
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I'm not saying there's good in none of this
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Miserabilia to show the kids
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I'm not saying that you're responsible
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Miserabilia for one, for all
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I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex
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And no dignity, I can only guess
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That she thinks about it when she touches herself
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Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you
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Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to
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Miserabilia
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| Los Campesinos! |
