الكلمات الأصلية
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Separation won't let me rest
It's like a permanent weight on my chest
And the pressure among us feeds me as it breaks me down
Celebration is gone without me
And accusations are flying about me
I'm running for cover as the universe rolls out of town
Come around as a fire
I wish somebody could stop the phone
Separation Sunday someday I'm coming home
And I'm lying in between the sheets
Isolation won't give me no peace
And the television screens the weather from a place I don't know
Find that channel in between the stations
Where they know about communication
And the screams of the city tell me what I need to know
