| By the time the guests arrive
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| Ooo, already it was dark outside
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| Tables set with china dishes
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| We’re welcomed in with tiny kisses
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| What’s her name; |
| I don’t remember
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| Isn’t that the famous author
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| Harry’s gonna get some appetizers
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| Well, he’s keeping out of range of small arms fire
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| Dina has a phone; |
| she says it’s working
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| Now she’s crawling on the floor, across the kitchen
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| Something I should tell you,
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| But we are never alone
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| Tanks outside the bedroom window
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| We’ll be okay with the curtain closed
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| The guests are fine behind the sofa
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| It’s much too late, they should not go home
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| Something I should tell you,
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| But we are never alone
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| Up by dawn, already morning
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| I ask myself what is going on
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| Some tender words and sidelong glances
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| Are you okay, have you lived here long?
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| Underneath the stairway,
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| Somebody’s changing her clothes
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| Sweaters and a t-shirt,
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| Silk dresses cover the floor
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| Sit down by my side
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| Take my overcoat
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| When will we get out
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| Maybe we will soon
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| Some of us losing it
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| Some of us breaking down
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| Some of us speaking out
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| Used to it now
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| Something I should tell you,
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| But we are never alone
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| There’s something I should tell you,
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| And I’ve been waiting so long
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| When it’s over with, going our separate ways
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| How about you and me;
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| Dinner for two |