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La la la la la . . .
You pushed me too far, I’ve had enough
Things you loved are now just stuff
The warmth of the winter seen in the
Springtime is strange
I’m doing the dishes, smash a glass
Watch the reddened suds contrast
The outward pretence at calm
With the chaos inside
Chucking out time for last year’s trash
Chucking the things you thought were flash
There’s so much to do
And I’m not halfway done
Chucking out all your NME’s
Chucking the things you sent to me
The traces of you
It’s fun now I’ve begun
Dusting the telly, flick the switch
And wish that I was in Bewitched
I wrinkle my nose but nothing
Seems ever to change
I’m trimming the hedge for passers-by
Thinking I can pacify
My heartache with something
So easy and anodyne
Chucking out all of last year’s trash
Chucking the things you thought were flash
There’s so much to do
And I’m not halfway done
Chucking out all your NME’s
Chucking the things you sent to me
The traces of you
It’s fun now I’ve begun
La la la la la . . .
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