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Just (just) Take (take) I think I'd love to die Me (me) Down (down) I think I'd love to die Just (just) Take (take) I think I'd love to die Me (me) Down (down) I think I'd love to die alone I think I'd love to die alone I think I'd love to die alone I think I'd love to die alone Live and breathe and die alone I think I'd love to die alone (I think I'd love to die alone) I think I'd love to die alone...
So I'll spend my time with strangers A condition, and it's terminal In this water-cooler romance And its coming to a close We could be in the park and dancing by a tree Kicking over blades we see Or a dark beach with a black view As pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall But you don't work here anymore It's just a vacant three by four And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face It happens all the time And I can't help but think I'll die alone I know you don't work here anymore I know you don't work here anymore I know you don't work here anymore I know you don't work here anymore I know you don't work here anymore I know you don't work here anymore Sometimes I think I'll die alone Sometimes I think I'll die alone Sometimes I think I'll die alone Live and breathe and die alone Sometimes I think I'll die alone Sometimes I think I'll die alone Sometimes I think I'll die alone I'd think I'd love to die a-
It's the tearing sound of love-notes Coming out these rusted windows And the view outside is sterile And I'm only two cubes down A photocopy all the things that we could be If you took the time to notice me But you can't now, I don't blame you And it's not your fault that no one ever does But you don't work here anymore It's just a vacant three by four And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think I'll die alone So I'll spend my time with strangers A condition, and it's terminal In this water-cooler romance And its coming to a close We could be in the park and dancing by a tree Kicking over blades we see Or a dark beach with a black view As pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall But you don't work here anymore It's just a vacant three by four And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face It happens all the time And I can't help but think I'll die alone
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It's the tearing sound of love-notes Coming out these rusted windows And the view outside is sterile And I'm only two cubes down A photocopy all the things that we could be If you took the time to notice me But you can't now, I don't blame you And it's not your fault that no one ever does But you don't work here anymore It's just a vacant three by four And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think I'll die alone So I'll spend my time with strangers A condition, and it's terminal In this water-cooler romance And its coming to a close We could be in the park and dancing by a tree Kicking over blades we see Or a dark beach with a black view As pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall But you don't work here anymore It's just a vacant three by four And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face It happens all the time And I can't help but think I'll die alone