You'll be buried in the clothes that you never wore...

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It's Over

You must have brought the bad weather with you
The sky's the colour of lead
All you've left me is a feather
on an unmade bed

It's always me whenever there's trouble
The world does nothing but turn
And the ring it fell off my finger
I guess I'll never learn

But it's over, it's over, it's over
I'm getting dressed in the dark
Our story ends before it begins
I always confess to everyone's sins
The nail gets hammered down
And it's over, let it go

So don't go and make a big deal out of nothing
Well it's just a storm on a dime
And I've always found there's nothing
that money can't buy
I've already gone to the place I'm going
There's no place left to fall
And there's something to be said
for saying nothing at all

And it's over, it's over, it's over
It's done forgotten and through
No one cares what it's all for
You'll be buried in the clothes
that you've never wore
So keep your suitcase by the door
It's over, let it go