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Think I'll rename my heart, 'The Calendar'
'Cause it'll surely know just when to end, to end

Think I'll rename my heart, 'The Calendar'
'Cause it'll surely know just when to end
And I've been looking at you through the telephone
As the photograph whispers that she isn't even home
So alone, I bleed myself right in

Unusual here breathing
Inviting the silence

But you're not here, you're nowhere near at all
Just skin and atmosphere
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