| Darling, I never meant to let you down
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| I always meant to be around
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| But somehow you got left behind
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| Rambling through my one track mind
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| And I’m writing you this letter
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| On the hotel headed paper
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| And I think I’ll go and send it
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| Maybe sooner, maybe later
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| In the garden of remembrance
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| There’s a blackbird singing sweetly
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| It’s as if he’s trying to tell me
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| That I’ve fucked it up completely
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| But darling, I never meant to let you down
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| I always meant to be around
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| But somehow you got left behind
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| Rambling through my one track mind
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| And I breakfasted on nothing more
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| Than restless agitation
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| So I packed up my belongings
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| And I headed for the station
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| Overhead the pylons
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| Were a cracklin' and a hummin'
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| It’s as if they’re trying to tell me
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| That they saw this sucker coming
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| But darling, I never meant to let you down
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| I always meant to be around
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| But somehow you got left behind
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| Rambling through my one track mind
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| Once you’ve got on board
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| There ain’t no turning back
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| So tie me to the sleepers
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| Of the old single track |