It s the tearing sound of love-notesCasting out the gray stained windowsAnd the view outside is sterileBut I m only two cubes downI ll photocopy all the things that we could beIf you took the time to notice meBut you can t nowI don t blame youAnd it s not your fault that no one ever does[ChorusBut you don t work here anymoreIts just a vacant 3 by 4And they might fill your placeA temporary stand-in for your faceIt happens all the timeAnd I can t help but think I ll die aloneSo I ll spend my time with strangersA condition that is terminalIn this water-cooler romanceAnd its coming to a closeWe could be in the park and dancing by a treeKicking over blades we seeOr a dark beach with a black viewAs pin-pricks in the velvet break our fall[ChorusI know you don t work here anymoreI know you don t work here anymoreI know you don t work here anymoreI know you don t work here anymoreI know you don t work here anymoreI know you don t work here anymoreSometimes I think I ll die alonesometimes I think I ll die aloneSometimes I think I ll die alonelive and breathe and die aloneSometimes I think I ll die alonesometimes I think I ll die aloneSometimes I think I ll die aloneI d think I d love to die aloneI think I d love to die alone

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