Dear Sir,
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We know what your about,
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You cannot say,
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We didn't see it,
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'Cos we can see, that your slacking,
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Well its another habit that your cracking,
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Whats the movement if you don't move?
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What have you got left to prove?
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Im not sure, how to stick to the floor,
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I smashed on to your ceiling,
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Let me sleep awhile, cos I cannot stand,
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Break my fingers, hold my hand
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Whats the movement if you don't move?
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What have you got left to prove?
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And I'll write and I'll write,
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But nothing here reminds me of you,
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You left a post-it on your door,
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Saying I don't wanna see you no more,
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But sir, I know your lying,
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This time I'll disappear, into my career,
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Cos nothing in here reminds me of you.
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Dear Sir, quietly slip away,
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The last leaf fell we all saw it,
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Cos we can see, that you flagging its not just your heels that your dragging,
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Whats the movement if you don't move?
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What have you got left to prove?
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Whats the movement if you don't move?
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What have you got left to prove?
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And I'll write and I'll write,
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But nothing here reminds me of you,
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You left a post-it on your door,
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"I don't wanna see you no more",
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But sir I know your lying,
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This time I'll disappear, into my career,
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Work
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| Morning Runner |
