"Cigarettes after shrek"
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She's never where she is. She's only inside her head.
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I get on the train and I just stand about
Now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over, I keep passing out
When I see a face like you
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home
can see
What a knife's meant to be
You'll never know
How I came to forsee, see, see
