The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you my love are gone
My room seems wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
And you my love are gone
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So glide away on soapy heels
And promise not to promise anymore
And if you come around again
Then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door
I'll never say I'll never love
But I don't say a lot of things
And you my love are gone
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