Текст песни: Rick Astley. Keep It Turned On. Breathe.

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Paper towers of "Vogue" and "Vanity Fair"
They are still standing
And the spaces in the bathroom are incredibly bare
But its better this way

I don't miss the sunlight on the colours of your hair
I don't miss the mornings,
No not much anymore
No not much anymore

But it hurts to breathe
When your perfumes everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging in the air
In the air

There'll be dust on the spice rack in no time at all
Tell me, who's around to notice
I won't run from the shower whenever you call
And its better this way

I don't miss the starlight or the clothes you used to wear
I don't mind the moonlight
No not much anymore
No not much anymore

But it hurts to breathe
When your perfumes everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging in the air

I can handle it, I can handle it
I'm getting out more
And you know, I'm over it
I'm so over it until I close the door

Then it hurts to breathe
When your perfumes everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging

And it hurts to breathe
When your perfumes everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging
Memories are hanging
Yeah, memories are hanging in the air

Paper towers of "Vogue" and "Vanity Fair"
They are still standing...