| It didn’t need to say a word
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| About the fact that you had died
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| And just that you might not be back
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| From somewhere you had been
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| In behind the television screen
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| How the run of old films begin
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| Tributes come and trlbutes go
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| Which ones were you in
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| And who am i to speak for you
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| When so much has been said
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| Is it true? |
| You’re really dead?
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| Liggers at your funeral
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| Appearing as you know them well
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| Oooh they come from miles around
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| To lay their lies and flowers down
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| (The) television caught me tonight
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| A little love lost on the night
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| The audience looked on
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| The mirror cracked, she’s coming back
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| She’s wearing black today
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| She’d be a fool to stay away
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| Stories by the old wives appear
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| They all get paid for being here
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| And watching from the wings
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| Do you get the chance to tell the truth
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| About what’s being said
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| Or is it true you’re really dead?
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| (The) television caught me tonlght
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| It didn’t need to say a word
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| About the fact that you had died
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| And just that you might not be back
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| From somewhere you had been
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| In behind the television screen
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| Liggers at your funeral
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| Appearing as you know them well
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| Oooh they come from miles around |