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There is a taste in my mouth
And these words they just won't wash it out
There's a message on the wall saying to call,
Or get out
Hole in her Dire Straits shirt
And she cries that they went home without her
But she'll save her regrets till the morning instead
Ahh aah

It's a slow separation
From the place we used to be
It's a slow separation
From the better parts of me

You're a growing pain to me now
And we both won't fit on the sidewalk in town
Now at the impasse
If we stay here, we won't last

It's a slow separation
From the place we used to be
It's a slow separation
From the better parts of me

There is a moment in time
When the motion it drags you farther behind
And everyone's home now
Except you

It's a slow separation
From the place we used to be
It's a slow separation
From the better parts of me