| The smiles as she walked in the room
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| Have all turned into frowns
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| Am I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom?
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| The tantrums and the tears play a very different tune
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| To what they did before,
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| her head’s red raw
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| And the ending doesn’t sound like the happiest around
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| When you sobbed before
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| It felt much more like the product of a squabble
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| Now there’s reason for it to be something more
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| And there would be, oh, it’s uncertain
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| Whether the curtain has shut for good
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| She said, «See if it’s still raining, I’m not dressed for it»
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| And, «If you loved me-»
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| And I interrupted, received a scowl and stare
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| But still decided to stop her there
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| Would it be outrageous to say
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| We’re either shouting or we’re shagging?
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| Docked in tempestuous bays
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| Or at least that’s how it felt yesterday
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| The eyes are getting heavier
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| And whether you’re asleep or awake
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| Is a mystery
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| Would a kiss be too much to ask?
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| When you fit me
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| As Sunday’s frozen pitch fits the thermos flask
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| It’s a pity
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| It just hit me, we can’t go back
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| To the chest touching on the back |