| For ten weeks now number three stood empty
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| Nobody thought there would be
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| Family laughter behind the windows
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| Or a Christmas tree
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| Then a couple from up north
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| Sorrow and his wife arrived
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| Before the sun had left the streets
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| They were living inside
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| Then before too long
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| The street, it rang with the sound
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| From number three there came a cry
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| S. F. Sorrow is born
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| Then before too long
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| The street, it rang with the sound
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| From number three there came a cry
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| S. F. Sorrow is born
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| The sunlight of his days
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| Was spent in the grey of his mind
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| As he stole love with a tongue of lies
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| The world is shrinking in size |