| Your accountant called this morning
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| There was springtime in his heart
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| He couldn’t wait to tell me
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| How he’d pulled our lives apart
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| And the letter from your lawyer
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| Lies unopened on the tray
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| I may get around to reading it later today
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| Walking round the lonely rooms
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| I see everything the same
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| But suddenly it matters
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| What was purchased in my name
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| Whether this or that was paid for
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| Belongs to me or you
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| Can the seven years together be divided by two
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| It says something for the legal boys
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| But nothing much for us
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| That all we had together
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| Is so quickly ended thus
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| The legal boys have won again
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| And you and I have lost
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| They can’t tell us how it happened
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| But they’ll let us know the cost
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| Oh they’ll let us know the cost, oh yeah
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| There’s a lot I’d like to tell you
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| But I can’t get past your guards
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| I do not speak their language
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| And they hold all the cards
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| I would rather call you darling
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| Than defendant in the case
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| But lovers left here long ago
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| And clients took their place |