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They are useless hangup cures
All except that drink of yours
No one to leave the light on
To help you choose the right song
I try to write but it's wrong
Nothing feels right with you gone
Over hedges high
Climbs a smiling spy
And now you shift your shoelace
And wipe the crumbs off your face
No one should get what you got
Nothing should end where you start
Autor(es): Mew
