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#22 Ashes to Ashes
He tells himself that he is content. Happy, even. But then he'll hum a bar from a long dead song or see a smudge of lipstick on an overturned stone tile and he's lost.
Every night begins the same; he won't look, he'll leave her be. And every night finds him in a windowsill, brow furrowed, staring into the depths of a crystal. Looking for something.
Every night, watching a girl, a woman now, also sitting in a windowsill, reading a book with a red cover. She reads with fervor. Looking for something.
She seems about as happy as he.
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Ashes to Ashes
Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song
I've heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
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They got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed to love
Sordid details following"
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Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
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Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I'm stuck with a valuable friend
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too"
One flash of light but no smoking pistol