| She could have waited till I got home
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| Now she’s on the train while I’m on my own
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| First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me
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| Lunch break, we were fighting on the phone
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| This evening brought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV
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| First thing this morning, your head was on my chest
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| I had to be up early so I left you in the bed
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| You looked so enticing curled under the duvet
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| But I couldn’t jump back in 'cause I didn’t wanna be late
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| You laid there so calmly as I quickly got dressed
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| And my Armani cardie and shirt they were neatly pressed
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| I wanted to say bye but I didn’t wanna wake you up
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| So I thought I’d give you a call on my lunch break or something
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| At lunch break, I rung you on the house phone
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| But you never answered
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| So I hung up and rung back on the voda
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| We were chattin' so kosher
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| But then you started to moan, love
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| About how I never give you no time
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| When I’m out on the roads 'nuff
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| I couldn’t take all this long talk
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| So I told you please ease off
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| I had to press the red button with my thumb
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| 'Cause I was so peed off
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| This evening I bought back some Chinese to munch
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| And I even went an' got some DVDs to watch
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| First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me
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| At lunch break, you were vibin' on the phone
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| This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV
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| My head in my hands
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| Starin' right at my hair brush on the table
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| Beside my cuppa tea and toast still untouched
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| My fist on the table, eyes fixed on the carpet
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| Telephone going off, can’t be arsed to go and answer it
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| My head in my hands 'cause I opened up the front door
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| To see if there was any post for me on the floor in the porch
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| My fists on the table 'cause the letter I just read in black
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| Had just said that you had left with my best friend
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| My eyes to the ceiling 'cause I thought it was all a joke
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| Til I opened up your wardrobe, no hangers, no clothes
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| My head in my hands 'cause the photo I’m holding
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| Is a photo of you and your fuckin' smile
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| First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me
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| At lunch break, you were vibin' on the phone
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| This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV
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| This evening, I have bought back love actually
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| 'Cause I thought what we had was actually love
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| But I cant see your Gucci scarf or your Zara gloves
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| There ain’t no Mac lip gloss or eyeliner or stuff
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| On the bathroom sink there’s only one toothbrush
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| There’s only one face wash, there’s only one sponge
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| On the table by the stove, there’s a note and a biro
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| I’m trying to chase you on the voda, love
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| Just to ask you why go
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| At lunch break I should have listened
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| To your whinin' on the phone and not been so impatient
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| Or tired of your moanin'
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| I should have told you we’ll sort it when
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| I get in at 6 and settle our differences by talkin' it out and shit
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| First thing this morning, I should have rubbed off Simones
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| Paulas and Josephines numbers off my phone
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| If I’d done that this morning, you’d be here at home
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| If I’d done that this morning, I wouldn’t be alone
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| First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me
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| At lunch break you were vibin' on the phone
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| This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV
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| First thing this morning, you ironed my shirt for me
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| At lunch break you were vibin' on the phone
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| This evenin' I bought back DVDs but I’m alone with the TV
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| She could have waited til I got home
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| Now she’s on the train while I’m on my own |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alone with the TV, artist - The Mitchell Brothers. Album song Alone With The TV, in the genre Танцевальная музыка