Steven Wilson - Postcard

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I think it's time that I got off the kitchen floor
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But is there really any point at all?
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Waking up this morning felt the same
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I better sleep while life is so mundane

Am 	G 	F	Em


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It could have been yesterday that I locked the door
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I blocked the windows up so I can't be sure
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Now I haven't even got the will to Wii
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I'm lame and self-obsessed
Em
That I will concede

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Am	G
F	Em

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I'd like to light a cigarette but I cannot
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The light is dead and the gas has been cut off

Am	G	F	Em

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I'm the one you always seem to read about
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The fire inside my eyes has long gone out
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There's nothing left for me to say or do
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'Cause all that matters disappeared when I lost you