| Two by two the lovers wandered off into the night
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| Leaving me alone with someone who I only knew by sight
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| So we sat and watched each other through the fading firelight
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| Each one waiting for the silence to be broken
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| And the things I should have said
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| That were whispering in my head
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| Would not be spoken
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| The black-eyed master glared at me with malice in his eye
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| The spittle from his twisted lips ran down to his bow-tie
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| I was dumb before his accusations I dared not deny
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| When he done with me I stood outside there shattered
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| And the things I should have said
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| That came rushing to my head
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| No longer mattered
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| Teachers from whose mellowed mouths great pearls of wisdom crawl
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| To those who scrawl obscenities upon the alley walls
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| The joke is on the bloke who never spoke a word at all
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| But whose dreams lay unrevealed 'til they were rotten
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| And the things I should have said
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| That I was keeping in my head
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| Have been forgotten
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| The things I should have said (repeat to fade) |