There's a chair in the corner
And it's taken your place
In our conversation
It has little to say
There's a chair in the corner
And I don't know what to do
It's bare and it's naked
But it reminds me of you
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There's a chair in the corner
And it reminds me of you
There's a chair in the corner
And it's prognosis is bleak
You left before you finished
You left it incomplete
It's a functional reminder
It's a wooden sacrament
At the altar of my failures
It's your weapon of torment
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Baby won't you tell me
What am I to do
If I go out and burn it
I'll be burning you too
Now it just sits there staring
Trying to get me to submit
To except that it's not finished
Because you left
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