She was once mine
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That smile that shines
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From the glossy magazine that's stuck inside the Sunday Times
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She was so sweet on Christmas Eve
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With the snow set deep
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When we went walking through the pines
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I had just been fired and her first offer had arrived
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And the new year would see her flying far away from me
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Though I didn't know it at the time
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With outstretched hands
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Now she commands
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A famous figure for every picture
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And she stands up strong and she demands
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And they deliver
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Yeah, she's a fixture
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And it's a mixture of dumb jealousy and fear
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That I might feel should she appear
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Just like it hasn't been three years
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And there's a distance to her voice over the phone
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And that's because she stands alone
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While I'm still sitting here
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Girl, you see me here on another quiet night
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I will wait until another indistinguishable day arrives
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I'll decide where the light's even and bright
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Where my life's sweet as it's slightly, disappointedly, just gliding softly by
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And you won't wait for me in some secluded stand of trees
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Some Christmas Eve, some God was kind enough to set aside
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Although I'd love you too, I'm proud of you
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God knows I'm feeling really stupid now
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For ever having said goodbye
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During the fight
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I said, "Yeah right"
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When you insisted that I visit, that you'd write
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Now, I know you're working hard
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So I never hear from you, and that's fine
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You look the same on TV as when you were mine
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I walk in from the kitchen and I finger the remote control
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I watch you from the distance, you go walking through the terminal
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I remember ever instance, when you stung me
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Oh, you're so lovely
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Oh, you're so smart
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So, go turn their heads, go knock them dead, go break their hearts
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Go break their hearts
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Baby, break their hearts
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And I know you will
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Calling And Not Calling My Ex
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| Okkervil River |
