| It’s strangely pleasant sitting in the church this evening
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| The more I like it when there’s no one else around
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| Last rays of sunlight fading through the stain glass window
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| The flickering shadows looming as large as twilight nears
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| There’s lots of hungry creatures prowling around the streets tonight
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| Sacristians edgy hear him rattling with the keys
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| Nothing must disturb the sleeping of the statues
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| I’m so glad I still have you for sanctuary
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| Just like Francis of Assisi
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| You’re so kind to the animal in me
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| When you come home talking hard chaw
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| Like you been down drinking with the butcher boys
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| I called around to see aunt Margaret this morning
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| She had to have Alsation Arthur put away
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| The dog attacked a youngster on the side walk
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| Now she’s up all night until the break of day
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| Me I’m getting restless in the afternoons
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| I need to find a job, but what can I do
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| Suppose I’ll wander out my summer days
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| I just don’t know where I’d find the likes of you
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| There’s lots of laughing couples wandering round the streets tonight
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| Lights on the river make her like a gypsy queen
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| But empty buildings jagged on the skyline
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| Keep bringing me back to that same old scene
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| Just like Francis of Assisi
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| You’re so kind to the animal in me
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| But now you’re standing at the bedroom door
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| Smelling of whiskey and the abattoir
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| And with a regal wave
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| Of your calloused hand
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| You’re saying 'All this is yours
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| If this hand you choose' |