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Two song lyrics:
It's kind of a relief to be done. It's kind of a relief to be finished. [Frankenixon]
and
This house is empty now. There's nothing I can do to make you stay. So tell me now: How am I supposed to live without you. [Elvis Costello]
Neither of them are about what you might think.
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It's kind of a relief to be done. It's kind of a relief to be finished. [Frankenixon]
and
This house is empty now. There's nothing I can do to make you stay. So tell me now: How am I supposed to live without you. [Elvis Costello]
Neither of them are about what you might think.
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