You're falling like a spent cigar
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Shifting like a cheap guitar
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Cos where she was before
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There's nothing there
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Scattered like a Lego set
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Pieces thrown out everywhere
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The bits we need are there
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They're just hidden well or need repair
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And there's no point going back to before
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There's nothing I can say or do
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To try and fill these days for you
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The crockery and lies
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And a decor you despise
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And there's no point going back to before
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Because fate had your arse nailed when she walked through your door
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There's no point at all
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I'm coming over right away
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My coat is on I'm on my way
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Cos where she was before
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There's nothing there
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Don't give up and don't give in
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If this don't kill you nothing will
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The crockery and lies
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And a decor you despise
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And there's no point going back to before
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Because fate had your arse nailed when she walked through your door
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There's no point at all
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Crockery and Lies
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