You cant take it all back if I burn the receipts As the soot falls down around the answering machine Not again wheres the solace You pretend that its not over And I think that I should be going The clock is perpetually slowing Banish the homework with a sigh and a yawn As the bulb above burns out I turn the stereo on Not again wheres the solace You pretend that its not over And I think that I should be going The clock is perpetually slowing Not again wheres the solace You pretend that its not over And I know that I wont be staying And the song will perpetually stop playing Youre like a broken record player You always talk in your sleep You wont stop spinning around Im beginning to think Youre like a broken record player Of course you were Now I must put you back in your sleeve And you should save your receipts And the soot still falls around the answering machine Not again wheres the solace You pretend that its not over And I think that I should be going The clock is perpetually slowing Not again wheres the solace You pretend that its not over And I know that I wont be staying And the song will perpetually stop playing
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