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White kitchen walls with a thousand windows.
You turn on Winston in the den.
I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano,
When you make breakfast after ten.
And I smell the coffee on your fingers.
I still smell the perfume in the bed.
The crushed linen roses on everything,
And you're still inside my head.
Make her know how it feels to miss you.
Let her know you're swapping sides.
You're not the one with all the problems,
You're the one with all the pride.
So pick your head up boy, and walk away.
Walk the coolest walk you know.
'Cause in a month or two she'll call you,
Ya gotta... hang up the phone.
And I hope she knows I've got this memory,
That won't ever seem to break or bend.
A thick lock & sheet rock is on my windows in the kitchen,
I don't think I'll ever take em' down again.
And I've learned a lot from all these break ups and make ups
And fuck ups and fake ups
Things that I wish you could comprehend yeah, comprehend
But for now I'll lace up
My wingtip shoes, boys
And I'll go have breakfast with my good friends (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You got to make her know how it feels to miss you
You got to let her know you're swapping sides
You're not the one with all the problems
You're not the one with all the problems
You're the one with all the pride
(Here we go!)
You got to make her know how it feels to miss you
Let her know you're swapping spit
You're not the one with all the problems
You're not the one with all the problems
She's the one that's full of shit!
So just pick your head up, boys and
Walk away
Walk the coolest walk that you know
I know you know, that
In a month or two she'll, she'll call you
You got to...
Hang up the phone...
*DIAL TONE*
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