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Everything you say to me appears to be an ancient quote
Taken from a printed problem column, words gone up in smoke
All the time remembering a meaningless and worn routine
A movement into emptiness just slowly running out of steam
The honeymoon is over
Didn't your magazine just tell you?
An album full of pictures really is no place to go and live
Replacing all the present time with nothing left that's new to give
Why does what is past enslave us, why should we let it go on?
I cannot carry on pretending something's right when it is wrong
The honeymoon is over
Didn't your magazine just tell you?
Didn't your magazine just tell you?
Whatever it is that we are saying we must always prove you're right
If I can't agree with you, you argue on into the night
Always down to words it falls, where is the room we need to breathe?
If it's not enough to be together, one of us must leave
The honeymoon is over
Didn't your magazine just tell you?
The honeymoon is over
Didn't you read it in your magazine?
Didn't you read it in your magazine?
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