| It’s in a stony glare
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| It’s up the creaky stairway
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| We sat in the wicker chair
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| You know the one we used to share
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| And it’s just the kind of thing that we don’t talk about any more
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| Remember when your sister was young
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| She wore a ring in her tongue
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| Got shown the door by your mum
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| And now she has a 5 year old son
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| And it’s just the kind of thing that she won’t talk about any more
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| I’ll bet you wouldn’t believe me
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| If I whispered in your ears and said
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| I can see a pink elephant
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| And it’s standing on the corner of the bed
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| You’ll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your head
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| You were a girl, you weren’t sure
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| You cared for your family any more
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| Looked for the mother you had before
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| And it shook them all to the core
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| And it’s just the kind of thing that you don’t talk about any more
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| I recall your friend back home
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| She brought up a kid on her own
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| But he died before he had grown
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| So she gave you all the clothes that she’d sewn
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| And it’s just the kind of thing that she don’t talk about anymore
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| I’ll bet you wouldn’t believe me
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| If I whispered in your ear and said
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| I can see a pink elephant
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| And it’s standing on the corner of the bed
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| I’ll bet you wouldn’t believe me
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| If I whispered in your ear and said
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| I can see a pink elephant
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| And it’s standing on the corner of the bed
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| You’ll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your head
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| You’ll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your head
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| Yeah, you’ll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your head
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| Yeah, you’ll just smile and roll your eyes to the back of your |