| The wind’s whistling
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| My mind’s twisting
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| I was making myself the usual cup of tea
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| When the doorbell strangely rang
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| Because I’ve been up here for a while
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| I’m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block
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| I’m not so manic now
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| I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
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| And she’s lifting and throwing to the wall
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| The post-natal harmonies of youth
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| When this younger man, twenty-five
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| Advantageously took away her pride
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| The wind’s whistling
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| My mind’s twisting
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| I was making myself the usual cup of tea
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| When the doorbell strangely rang
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| I staggered shaking slowly to the door
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| Through the frosted panel I could see you
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| Your intentions as a salesman truly cush
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| You endeavoured as a psycho just to push
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| And whilst lifting and throwing to the wall
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| My puny structure of an ageing OAP
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| No reason why you chose my flat
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| Breathing deeply in a trance
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| The wind’s whistling
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| My mind’s twisting
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| I was making myself the usual cup of tea
|
| When the doorbell strangely rang
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| I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
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| I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
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| I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
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| I’m not so manic now (not so manic now)
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| Because I’ve been up here for a while
|
| I’m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block
|
| I’m not so manic now
|
| I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
|
| And she’s lifting and throwing to the wall
|
| The post-natal harmonies of youth
|
| When this younger man, twenty-five
|
| Advantageously took away her pride
|
| I’m not so manic now
|
| I’m not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| Not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| Not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| Not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| I’m not so manic now
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| Not so manic now |