Tell me that you're feeling trapped in this life, thinking of moving away
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You say that it's all for the best, we'll both be better off that way
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My jaw hits the floor as the words sink in
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I didn't know you felt so strongly
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Makes me wonder what went wrong
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Trust barely drips through the sieve / And I still can't believe it
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Our love fades and drifts away / Stand by for the last refrain
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The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard
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So this is the way that it feels / I wondered how this might feel
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The sound of your voice fades away like an echo in some empty cave
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The 411 in my area code has got no listing for me
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All my mail sits there in the post box, it seems I've lost the key
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Coffee, it comes to a boil / The percolator's making noises
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No one left to blame / Stand by for the last refrain
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I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard
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Today is the day I forget all about it / It's over, don't worry about it
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Today I can open the window / Today is the day I can fly
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Today I am starting the rest of my life / Today, I can touch the sky
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And I can leave that beeping sound of that truck behind
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No moving trucks to hold me down
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MOVING TRUCKS
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Bob Mould |