| I must have left my house at eight because I always do
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| My train, I’m certain, left the station just when it was due
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| I must have read the morning papers going into town
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| And having gotten through the editorials, no doubt I must have frowned
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| I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
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| With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
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| I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so, the usual place,
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| the usual bunch
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| And still on top of this I’m pretty sure it must have rained
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| The day before you came
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| I must have lit my second cigarette at half past two
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| And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
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| I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
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| And without really knowing anything I hid a part of me away
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| At six I must have left, there’s no exception to the rule
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| A matter of routine, I’ve done it ever since I finished school
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| The train back home again, undoubtedly I must have read the evening papers then
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| Oh yes, I’m sure my life was well within its usual frame
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| The day before you came
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| I must have opened my front door at eight o’clock or so
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| And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
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| I’m sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
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| There’s not a single episode of House of Cards that I have failed to see
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| I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
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| I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
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| I must have read a while, the latest Margaret Atwood book or something in that
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| style
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| It’s funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
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| The day before you came
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| And turning out the light
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| I must have yawned and settled in for yet another night
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| And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
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| The day before you came |