In the pipes of this city
The rodents open up their eyes
The hover trains begin their lines
Like I do without you
I argue with my toaster
I wear my jeans a hundred days
Most intimate I’ve been of late
Is a pat down at the airport
And I want what I can’t have
But I don’t want what I can
That’s the recipe for being alone
I wonder through the market square
People selling Krakow toys
But the minimum’s for two people
I walk on like before
I crawl on to chapеl steps
Just me and my hundred apps
I look around at no onе else
And no one else looks back
And I want what I can’t have
But I don’t want what I can
That’s the recipe for being alone
Yes I want what I can’t have
But I don’t want what I can
And that’s the recipe for being alone
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