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Think I'll rename my heart, 'The Calendar' 'Cause it'll surely know just when to end, to end Think I'll rename my heart, 'The Calendar' 'Cause it'll surely know just when to end And I've been looking at you through the telephone As the photograph whispers that she isn't even home So alone, I bleed myself right in Unusual here breathing Inviting the silence But you're not here, you're nowhere near at all Just skin and atmosphere And if it's not what you wanted, better get out now