| Every time I look out into the night sky
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| I’m still wondering what I did with my life
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| For I have seen you in-between the rhythm of your smile
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| Caught you in a moment lost you in the next
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| The glimmer of a flame the quiet of your sigh
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| Do you know the way to Avalon do you know the way to Avalon
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| If I’m still tumbling don’t you roll your eyes
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| I’m still wearing that old overcoat, keeps me dry
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| For I have been a wretch, a scoundrel of the heart
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| My eyes have seen so much
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| Looking hard at you I find myself sublimely
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| drenched in the secrets of a universal lover.
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| For I have read the good book wandered from pillow to post
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| I’ve seen more than most but then again still far too far to go
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| I see you walking down fulham road you hurry through the iron gates
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| of Brompton cemetery.
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| then you’re off to Edith Grove you’re going to buy another bag.
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| one last time, so that you might never ever feel the pain again,
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| you’re coming up for air, coming up for air for air baby say to me,
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| it’s the last time,
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| in the winter-weary autumn light.
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| the last in the wintry weary autumn light |