White kitchen walls with a thousand windows
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Turn on Winston in the den
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And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano
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When you make breakfast after 10
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And I smell the coffee on your fingers
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I still smell the perfume in the bed
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The crushed linen roses on everything
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And you're still inside my head
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You gotta make her know how it feels to miss you
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Let her know you're swapping sides
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You're not the one with all the problems
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You're the one with all the pride
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So just pick your head up boy, and
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Walk away
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Walk the coolest walk that you know
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Cause in a month or two she'll call you
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You gotta hang up the phone
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I hope she knows I've got this memory
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That won't ever seem to break or bend
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A thick lock & sheet rock is on my windows in the kitchen
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I don't think I'll ever take em' down again
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And I've learned a lot from all these break ups and make ups
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And fuck ups and fake ups
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Things that I wish you could comprehend yeah, comprehend
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But for now I'll lace up
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these wingtip shoes, boys
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And I'll go have breakfast with my good friends
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You got to make her know how it feels to miss you
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You got to let her know you're swapping sides
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You're not the one with all the problems
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You're the one with all the pride
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You got to make her know how it feels to miss you
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Let her know you're swapping spit
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You're not the one with all the problems
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She's the one that's full of shit
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So just pick your head up, boys and
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Walk away
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Walk the coolest walk that you know
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In a month or two she'll call you
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You got to
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Hang up the phone...
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Breakfast After Ten
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Blue October |