Cubicles

It's the tearing sound of love-notes
 Coming out these rusted windows
 And the view outside is sterile
 And I'm only two cubes down
 A photocopy all the things that we could be
 If you took the time to notice me
 But you can't now, I don't blame you
 And it's not your fault that no one ever does
 But you don't work here anymore
 It's just a vacant three by four
 And they might fill your place
 A temporary stand-in for your face
 This happens all the time
 And I can't help but think I'll die alone
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 So I'll spend my time with strangers
 A condition, and it's terminal
 In this water-cooler romance
 And its coming to a close
 We could be in the park and dancing by a tree
 Kicking over blades we see
 Or a dark beach with a black view
 As pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall
 But you don't work here anymore
 It's just a vacant three by four
 And they might fill your place
 A temporary stand-in for your face
 It happens all the time
 And I can't help but think I'll die alone
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 I know you don't work here anymore
 I know you don't work here anymore
 I know you don't work here anymore
 I know you don't work here anymore
 I know you don't work here anymore
 I know you don't work here anymore
 Sometimes I think I'll die alone
 Sometimes I think I'll die alone
 Sometimes I think I'll die alone
 Live and breathe and die alone
 Sometimes I think I'll die alone
 Sometimes I think I'll die alone
 Sometimes I think I'll die alone
 I'd think I'd love to die a-
 Just (just)
 Take (take)
 I think I'd love to die
 Me (me)
 Down (down)
 I think I'd love to die
 Just (just)
 Take (take)
 I think I'd love to die
 Me (me)
 Down (down)
 I think I'd love to die alone
 I think I'd love to die alone
 I think I'd love to die alone
 I think I'd love to die alone
 Live and breathe and die alone
 I think I'd love to die alone
 (I think I'd love to die alone)
 I think I'd love to die alone...