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Tell me how to cut the cord
When all I wanna do is hold you up and float away.
Maybe we should get outta here
And talk about the things we share,
Or maybe we should take a break

Well there must be smoke or somethin' in my eyes,
'cause I never felt this way before, 'til we said good-bye,
'til we said good-bye
Good-bye

It's not like so many hours,
The nights, when all we do is fight about the way we talk
Hours on the telephone,
They're only going to wear us down
When I wanna take you home

Well there must be smoke or somethin' in my eyes,
'cause I never felt this way before, 'til we said good-bye,
'til we said good-bye
Good-bye

You said that I'm your eyes
And I whisper, that I've gone blind; you wear a smile like a veil
The clothes smell of last nights smoke,
And you just drink to stay afloat,
And I swim by and pull the plug

Well there must be smoke or somethin' in my eyes,
'cause I never felt this way before, 'til we said good-bye,
'til we said good-bye
Good-bye

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