This monument to the matron
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Quick change of mood when you came in
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A nervous introduction
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then we can form invincible alliance
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But you're growing fond of deception
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with all the things that you forget to mention
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And every indiscretion pushes me away further away
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Chorus:
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Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging?
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I know, I know I'd rather live with nothing
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Negative? Maybe, but Ive been working on it
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Progress just moves so slowly
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We are growing more and more distant
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We are growing more and more distant
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Miss model mess hits the pavement
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Young debutante formed a habit
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Measures that may seem drastic
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Whatever makes you feel accepted
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But I'm going south for the season
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with nothing but a paperback companion
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And mine is the only opinion
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with which I'll have to agree
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[Chorus]
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You're not the boy I once knew
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Each and every underpass
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That bears the declaration of a dated love affair
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and the number of satan
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I was educated there by the commuter station
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The burdens you're bearing will threaten to break
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the back of the widow that weeps when she wakes
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We are growing more and more distant
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We are growing more and more distant
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Underpass Tutorial
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| From Autumn To Ashes |
