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          White  kitchen walls  
            With a thousand windows 
            You turn on Winston  
            In the den  
            And I'm still asleep  
            But I can hear the piano 
            When you make  
            Breakfast after 10 
   
            And I smell the coffee 
            On your fingers 
            I still smell 
            The perfume in the bed 
            Crushed linen roses 
            On everything 
            And your still  
            Inside my head, oh 
   
            You gotta make her 
            Know how it feels  
            To miss you 
            Let her know 
            You're swapping sides 
            You're not the one  
            With all the problems 
            Oh, know 
            You're the one  
            With all the pride  
   
            So just  
            Pick your head up, boys 
            And walk away 
            Walk the coolest 
            Walk that you know 
            Cause in a month or two 
            She'll call you 
            You gotta  
            Hang up the phone 
   
            And I hope she knows 
            I got this memory, thing 
            That won't ever 
            Seem to break or bend 
            A thick lock  
            And sheet rock 
            Is on my windows  
            In the kitchen 
            I don't think  
            I'll ever take em' 
            Down again 
   
            And I've learned a lot 
            From all these break ups 
            And make ups and 
            Fuck ups and fake outs 
            Things that I wish 
            You could comprehend 
            Yeah, comprehend 
   
            But for now 
            I'll lace up  
            My wing tip shoes, boys, and 
            I'll go have breakfast 
            With my good friends 
            Yeah, yeah, yeah 
   
            You gotta make em' 
            Know how it feels  
            To miss you 
            Let em' know 
            You're swapping sides 
            You're not the one  
            With all the problems 
            You're not the one  
            With all the problems 
            You're the one  
            With all the pride 
            Oh, here we go 
   
            You gotta make her 
            Know how it feels  
            To miss you 
            Let her know 
            You're swapping spit 
            You're not the one  
            With all the problems 
            You're not the one  
            With all the problems 
            She's the one  
            That's  full of shit 
   
            So just  
            Pick your head up, boy 
            And walk away 
            Walk the coolest 
            Walk that you know 
            I know you know 
            That in a month or two 
            She'll call you 
            You gotta  
            Hang up the phone 
          
         
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