Line of people to pass you by
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Posing sympathy with its whitewash eyes
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With the ladies feigning their mourning cries
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And the men shaking hands:
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Weigh away
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Way away
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All the pictures in your mind
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As you're passed the thousandth time
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Thousandth photograph
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Listen to sympathetic lies
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As their reasons change under mourning guise
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With the gentlemen feigning sorrowed sighs
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And drinking champagne:
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Weigh away
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Way away
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As all the people pass and pose
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You hold back the tears
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And hold onto memories
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Small talk hangs like a dirty cloud
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Saying nothing real but deafening loud
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An urge to run away from the crowd
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And mourn all alone:
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Make a promise to no-one
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Wondering if you'd been worthwhile
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Turn away from the chatter
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And the hungry smiles
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Way Away
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |