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I saw you yesterday
I couldn't let you be
I had to sift through broken glass
To find out if you missed me
But all I found was a slow fade
And a gift-wrapped box of band aids
With a note that said "i'm never coming home"
Beneath my single bed
Everything's haphazard
There's boxes full of bits of you
And none of them are numbered
And when I search, it's deja vu
Things I think I knew
I should have thrown away this time last year
Everytime I touch you
You move so slow
And you're still like your photo
I heard me yesterday
Repeating my own name
To convince myself
That none of us had changed
And now I'm walking round the grooves
Of a record I lost when we moved
There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears
Everytime I touch you
You move so slow
And you're still like your photo
Should we throw it all away
The failed long shots through far distant styles
Those forced smiles, those forced smiles
It started so on the mark
But it missed by one million miles
Nothing has developed
This darkroom gets me down
I'd throw on all the lights
But I'm afraid you'd come around
You're living in a limbo hell
A life that's only parallel
Is the real you aware what's going on?
Everytime I touch you
You move so slow
And you're still like your photo
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And you're still like your photo
You move so slow
Everytime I touch you
Is the real you aware what's going on?
A life that's only parallel
You're living in a limbo hell
But I'm afraid you'd come around
I'd throw on all the lights
This darkroom gets me down
Nothing has developed
But it missed by one million miles
It started so on the mark
Those forced smiles, those forced smiles
The failed long shots through far distant styles
Should we throw it all away
And you're still like your photo
You move so slow
Everytime I touch you
There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears
Of a record I lost when we moved
And now I'm walking round the grooves
That none of us had changed
To convince myself
Repeating my own name
I heard me yesterday
And you're still like your photo
You move so slow
Everytime I touch you
I should have thrown away this time last year
Things I think I knew
And when I search, it's deja vu
And none of them are numbered
There's boxes full of bits of you
Everything's haphazard
Beneath my single bed
With a note that said "i'm never coming home"
And a gift-wrapped box of band aids
But all I found was a slow fade
To find out if you missed me
I had to sift through broken glass
I couldn't let you be
I saw you yesterday
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