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Paper towers of "Vogue" and "Vanity Fair"
They are still standing
And the spaces in the bathroom are incredibly bare
And it’s better this way

I don't miss the sunrise on the colours of your hair
And I don't mind the mornings,
No not much anymore

But it hurts to breathe
When your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging in the air
In the air

There'll be dust on the spice rack in no time at all
Tell me, who's around to notice
I won't run from the shower whenever you call
And it’s better this way

I won't miss the starlight and the clothes you used to wear
And I don't mind the moonlight
No not much anymore
No not much anymore

But it hurts to breathe
When your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging in the air

I can handle it, I can handle it
I'm getting out more
And you know, I'm over it
I'm so over it until I close the door

Then it hurts to breathe
When your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging

And it hurts to breathe
When your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe
When the memories are hanging
And it hurts to breathe
When your perfume’s everywhere
And it hurts to breathe,
When the memories are hanging
Hurts to breathe
Memories are hanging
In the air
Hurts to breathe
Hurts to breathe
Hanging in the air
Cos the memories go on
Hanging, hanging, hanging

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