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Living with the irony of sleeping in a vain
Mortuary and as we lay back
I can see my breath
Coating on the bed underneath me

Until she goes
The weary arms around
'Cause when she
She said that I was full of it
But I'm more
With you
Much more than me

What is normal anyway, anyway, anyway?
Is it normal to be glad at all?
So it's one o'clock
Just said it all
Turn away

Until she goes
The weary arms around
'Cause when she
She said that I was full of it
But I'm more
With you
Much more than me

Cracked open the
Tango return
The car went back on
And the moon took me too