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It´s the tearing sound of love-notes
Casting out the gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I´m only two cubes down
I´ll 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 3 by 4
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 that is 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 3 by 4
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 alone
I think I´d love to die alone