| You got the lights on in the afternoon
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| And the nights are drawn out long
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| And you're kissing
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| To cut through the gloom
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| With a cough drop coloured tongue
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| And you were sitting in the corner with the coats all piled high
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| And I thought you might be mine
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| In a small world
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| On an exceptionally rainy Tuesday night
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| In the right place and time.
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| When the zeros line up
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| On the 24 hour clock
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| When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked
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| When you walked around your house wearing
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| My sky blue Lacoste
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| And your knee socks.
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| Well you cured my January blues
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| Yeah you made it all alright
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| I got a feeling I might have lit the very fuse
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| That you were trying not to light
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| You were a stranger in my phonebook
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| I was acting like I knew
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| 'Cause I had nothing to lose
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| When the winter's in full swing
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| And your dreams just aren't coming true
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| Ain't it funny what you'll do.
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| When the zeros line up
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| On the 24 hour clock
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| When you know who's calling
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| even though the number is blocked
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| When you walked around your house wearing
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| My sky blue Lacoste
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| And your knee socks.
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| The late afternoon
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| The ghost in your room that you always thought didn't approve of you knocking boots
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| Never stopped you letting me get hold
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| Of the sweet spot by the scruff of your
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| Knee socks.
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| You and me could have been a team
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| Each had a half
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| of a king and queen seat
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| Like the beginning of Mean Streets
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| You could Be My Baby.
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| (All the zeros lined up but the number's blocked
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| When you've come undone).
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| When the zeros line up
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| On the 24 hour clock
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| When you know who's calling even
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| though the number is blocked
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| When you walked around your house wearing
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| My sky blue Lacoste
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| And your knee socks. |