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I'm your cupboard, I'm your cardoor, your dartboard,
I'm the dress you never wear anymore.

These winter nights don't feel the same without your arctic embrace
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And your pale frame has never felt so distant.
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I've been fighting this battle since the 3rd of October
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We were outnumbered but that has never stopped us before.
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And now the wind is singing me your name, and my hat is off to you.

I'm your cupboard, I'm your cardoor, your dartboard,
I'm the dress you never wear anymore.

I tried to call you when I finally got home
but you left me hanging like the dial tone.
I tried to call you when I finally got home
but you left me hanging on the end of the dial tone.

How can I divorce my perspective from what I've been told?!