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The TV is on and it's been like that for a year.
And you'll hear no noises 'cause there are no souls out here.
As she gathers dust she reminds us that we too can die alone.
Nobody found her until they came round to repossess her home.

Continued to stare as her soul disappeared,
for two years she sat alone and lifeless.
And no one had missed her while she just lay there,
solitary and wasting away.

So many laws but never one to say
that you can't be forgotten from the day
that you die, and even thought you pray
it doesn't happen to you, it might do.

The world carries on, to them nothing is amiss.
Miss Vincent's whole existence has been boiled down to this.
Some unopened letters and aspirations are doomed forever.
And her TV licence expired twice once her pulse stopped to persist.

A forty year old left not out in the cold,
but given a haven safe to hold her.
They broke down the door to discover that no more payment's due.
She's wasted away.

So many laws but never one's to say
that you can't be forgotten from the day
that you die, and even though you pray
it doesn't happen to you, it might do.

Away
So many laws but never one's to say
that you can't be forgotten from the day
that you die, and even though you pray
it doesn't happen to you.

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