Lyrics: Editors. The Back Room. Distance.

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Distance, I'll keep my distance
These things I never seem to mean
So I'll leave the murder scene

Honey, what got broken
Won't go back together again
So I'll leave this while I can

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Nothing to be scared of
My dreams they keep a hold of me
My guide when I can't see

Come, I will be there
I'm sure you're passing the test
I wish you all the best

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