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The Absence Of You by Tim Minchin

I mean come on, so this, this...this... ugh yes, this


"Out of a window on the thirtieth floor

Central Park shines with the coming of dawn

Through eyes rendered weary by jetlag and wine

I turn round to find

There’s a girl in my room

For a moment we kiss

But her vodka-soaked lips

Taste only of the absence of you"




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