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Soft Cell The Art Of Falling Apart

Numbers Who's the person that you woke up next to today? If you were any older Then you'd know you'd have to pay your way Well maybe you do already But

Falling through at the seams Living life in a dream Even smiles make a lie And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art Of falling apart It's the

glitter and a glow of gold Pick on a failure make his knees go weak Mouth open, eyes wide, fake your peak He'll wipe a line of dribble falling from his

It was the heat of the night I think Or it could've been the effect of the drink But I had to brush away the flies That started to collect around your

Passing time in the afternoon Cleaning the bathroom floor Rearrange things in the dining room Covers the chip on the kitchen door The paperboy winks

Martin is talking to you Martin is a boy with problems Martin has a family history Martin has too many nightmares He lives in a fantasy There's a danger

Atmospheres are tense today Mother and father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You're the one that's getting the blame Father looks