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The quiet art of solitude.

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There's a girl in the seat right next to him and her hair smells sweet--
He's falling in love again... Not again.
There's a guy in the car right next to her and their eyes keep meeting in this moment fleeting.
But they're far too scared of dying alone to ever do anything about it.

Can you build a lasting love in time to die?
Who will tend the nest and lay you down to rest?
Who will sob in kerchiefs dressed in Sunday best?

There's a guy on the train looking out at the rain
And she can feel her heart melting again... Not again.
Well he don't know why but she gave him the eye
and his heart bruised his ribs and he started to cry. Don't be shy.
But they're far too scared of dying alone to ever do anything about it.

Tell each other, say that they're the only one
You'll need when you feel lonely again.
Tell each other, say that they're the one salvation
When you're feeling drowned by desperation.
You'll feel better to walk away. It's a trainwreck, so avert your gaze.
You can both pretend you can get back on track someday.

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from Ultraviolet Bruise, released July 7, 2008

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