| I open my eyes and look at his face again
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| Oh good god so nothing’s changed
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| The shopping to eat and the coffee to drink
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| The untrusty work in this miserable clink
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| He reaches for a packet of cigarettes on the table
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| And takes one and lights it and inhales again
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| I close the front door behind him again
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| Oh yes dear child it’s safe to come in why don’t you come in
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| Where there’s the television the radio the telephone
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| It all helps
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| There’s the car the sex the love the alcohol
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| It all helps it all helps
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| Sometimes I want to push the pedal down a little further
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| Until the car is unhappy
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| Mainly mornings |