| So these are circumstances
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| Leading to my sorry tale
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| I was in a town I didn’t know
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| I’d arrieved there by rail
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| It all began a week befire —
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| The joys of Saturday Night —
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| An invite to a party
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| Or watching The Price Is Right
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| Opting for a soiree
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| For the first time in a year
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| Mixed badly with the revellers
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| Mixed Bacardi, wine and beer
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| The room moved back and forwards
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| The dancers did the same
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| Found refuge in a corner
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| That’s when he asked my name
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| Well this is very nice, I thought
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| Smiling through the haze
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| As we talked of Auguste Rodin
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| Through to Harold Pinter’s plays
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| Said he played piano
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| Said his name was Steve
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| Why shouldN’t I believe
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| That he really lived so far away
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| Had to make a move for home
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| Scribbled down his address
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| Said he didn’t have a phone
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| Would I like to come to dinner
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| On Friday of next week
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| To this i said I’d love to
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| As he kissed me on the cheek
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| That night I felt so happy
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| Excited through and through
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| See ! |
| The company of strangers
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| Doesn’t always leave you blue
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| Stumbled home contented
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| Like a cat that got the cream
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| Wake up a little weary
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| But I knew it was no dream
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| The next few days were auyiouns
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| What could I find towaer?
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| What happens if i arrive
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| And there is no Hope Road there?
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| My friend said don’t ba silly
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| No one does things like that
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| Now will you get a move on
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| And take off that stupid hat !
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| Made sure I set out early
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| Made sure I caught the train
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| Got out at the right station
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| Then of course came down the rain
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| Followed the directions
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| Excactly as he said
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| Asked people if they new Hope Road
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| But they just walked on ahead
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| I turned left at the junction
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| Took the fork off to the right
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| Straight over at the crossroads
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| Then down to the traffic lights
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| Must have walked those streets for hours
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| In the dark and in the cold
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| Before I realyy could accept
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| There was no place called Hope Road
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| So here I am alone again
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| Indoors by myself
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| The TV, plants, books and I
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| All nearly on the shelf
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| Next time I’ll be more cautions
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| Next time I Won’t be fooled
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| It’s another of those basic things
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| You’re never taught at school
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| Let this be a warning
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| As you wander through the world
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| It makes no difference who you are
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| Be you boy or be you girl
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| Be very, very careful
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| When people seems so nice
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| It’s not how that it’s expensive
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| Later on you pay the price
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| There’s no Hope Road |