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Lyrics

When you leave us through the patient doors Th
e in you ear will be the sound of our applause raptuous, considered and due. Oh the nasty laugh
desperate smirks are tangled in the boredom where out brittle kisses lurk well how can i believ
hen you can't believe your luck and the shardes of past attraction lie visible but shy and blunt and weak and wor
by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak oh the shardes of past attraction lie visible but shy and blun