People disappear like socks in the wash
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Where they reappear, I got no clue
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Mixing up the rest into a state of pissed off
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Fixing up the feelings in a rendezvous
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Waiting waiting waiting in that ristorante Roma
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We sorted out and decided to meet
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The waiter checks me out for the very last time
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Got me so frustrated now I'm on my feet
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I haven't got a clue
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Eyes staring right through you
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Tried to phone you up at home and on your mobile
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The answering machine says
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Please leave a message after the beep
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I'm no more insulted it just gives me the creeps
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The saddest guy with a vanished girlfriend
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Trains go by fast they split up the night
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Someone smiling sits there right across my bed
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I'm staring right into his yellow dark eyes
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Fear is flooding in something hits my head
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I haven't got a clue
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Eyes staring right through you
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I haven't got a clue
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Time's running out for you
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Time is back head is cracked
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I can't sleep there is no need
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I know you're here there is no fear
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Just like socks in the wash
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We disappear
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I haven't got a clue
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Eyes staring right through you
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I haven't got a clue
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Time's running out for you
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Checking my time like some old school clock
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Ticking really loud when you're winding me up
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Saying hello to all the five people that I know
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I got a bag and plenty of time
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Elliot Smith is over there
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With a knife in his chest and blood in his black hair
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And I see him smoking Winston cigarettes
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I wonder where the people are that I detest...
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Clue
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Bananafishbones |