| I’m an autumn girl, flying over London
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| With the trees on fire it looks like home
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| I’m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
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| Cause I need some love to cook my frozen bones
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| You needed something to get your teeth into
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| And in my voodoo kitchen you said
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| «I've got something to show you
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| It’s a recipe handed down from father to son
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| For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears.»
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| I’m an autumn girl, crying over London
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| With a heart on fire but no-one home
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| I’m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
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| Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones
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| Get me on the boil and reduce me
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| To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss
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| To the back of my neck
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| Carve up my heart on a very low flame
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| Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain
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| Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies
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| Pierce my skin with a few well chosen words
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| Now you can stuff me with whatever you’ve got handy
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| And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do
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| I’m an autumn girl, flying over London
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| With the trees on fire it looks like home
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| I’m an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
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| Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones
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| So give me something to whet my appetite
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| And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest
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| Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle’s burned low
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| Fill me with the hot stuff then say you’ve got to go
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| Take my mind, marinade it in red wine
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| Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin
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| And I will let you in
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| Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might … |