| At the party what was happening
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| With the colour that was dazzling
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| And the passport smiles making everything worthwhile
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| Shining offering a show
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| They can have their fame and holidays
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| I will try to think of other ways
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| What is bad I know and the good is hard to show
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| But I’m hoping for a time
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| We could dream about a pretty place
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| You could stare into a stranger’s face
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| All in awe of her charm, then whisper false alarm
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| Still they kick around the town
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| But if not for you
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| Then I mightn’t do the things I wanted to
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| And if not for me…
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| Wait and see, wait and see…
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| I will not be proud of jewellery
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| But it’s okay you can visit me
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| On the steps of my door, tell the truth and nothing more
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| Magic over broken ground
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| But my doorstep has seen better days
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| People stay away it’s out of place
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| 'Cos it’s all gone wrong to be truthful as a song
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| Footsteps dirty in the snow |