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Nothing happens when you die
You don't leave your body or fly off into the sky
The day it is you count on were just made up by some guy
Nothing happens when I cry
Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye
A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye
It's the lens of isolation I declare
Your engineering knocks me out of my share
If mechanicals observe of what we are
Then number our days and point me to the car
Nothing happens by degrees
Your thought if summer-fall is hidden by the trees
My great assessor always said you were a tease
Nothing happens every year
I scare a few more people off by saying 'dear'
What if it turned out my companionship is fear
It's the sentimental minute in your hands
Fills your Januarys with my plans
This is why we leave our ancestors alone
Then number our days and lead me to the car
You don't leave your body or fly off into the sky
The day it is you count on were just made up by some guy
Nothing happens when I cry
Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye
A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye
It's the lens of isolation I declare
Your engineering knocks me out of my share
If mechanicals observe of what we are
Then number our days and point me to the car
Nothing happens by degrees
Your thought if summer-fall is hidden by the trees
My great assessor always said you were a tease
Nothing happens every year
I scare a few more people off by saying 'dear'
What if it turned out my companionship is fear
It's the sentimental minute in your hands
Fills your Januarys with my plans
This is why we leave our ancestors alone
Then number our days and lead me to the car
Lyrics submitted by naturalkinds
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The lyrics as printed in the liner notes:
Nothing happens when you die You don't leave your body or fly off into the sky The deities you count on were just made up by some guy
Nothing happens when I cry Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye
It's a winsome isolation I declare Your engineering knocks me out of my chair If mechanicals observed are what we are Then number our days and point me to the car
Nothing happens by degrees Your furtive semaphore is hidden by the trees My predecessor always said you were a tease
Nothing happens every year I scare a few more people off by saying "dear"
What is it about my companionship you fear?
Every sentimental minute in your hands Fills your Januaries with my plans This is why we leave our ancestors alone So number our days and lead me to the stone