| Winter coming
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| Winter push on (push on)
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| Oh, winter push on
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| Winter is so long
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| Winter moves on
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| The last night on Maudlin Street
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| Goodbye house
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| Goodbye stairs
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| I was born here
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| And I was raised here
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| And I took some stick here
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| Love at first sight
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| May sound trite
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| But it’s true, you know
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| I could list the details
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| Of everything you ever wore
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| Or said, or how you stood the day
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| And as we spend the last night
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| On Maudlin Street
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| «Goodbye house-forever!»
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| I never stole a happy hour
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| Around here
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| Where the world’s ugliest boy
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| Became what you see
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| Here I am—the ugliest man
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| It’s the last night on Maudlin Street
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| And truly I do love you
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| Oh, truly I do love you
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| When I sleep with that picture of
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| You framed beside my bed
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| Oh, it’s childish and it’s silly
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| But I think it’s you in my room
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| By the bed
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| Yes, I told you it was silly
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| And I know I took strange pills
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| But I never meant to hurt you
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| Oh truly I love you
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| I came home late one night
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| Everyone had gone to bed
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| Nobody stays up for you
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| I had sixteen stitches
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| All around my head
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| The last bus I missed to Maudlin Street
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| So, he drove me home in the van
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| Complaining: «Women only like me for my mind…»
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| Don’t leave your torch behind
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| A power cut ahead
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| 1972, you know
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| And so we crept through the park
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| But no I cannot steal a pair of jeans
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| Off a clothesline for you
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| But you without clothes
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| Oh I could not keep a straight face
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| Me without clothes?
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| Well a nation turns its back and gags
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| I’m packed
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| I am moving house
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| A half-life disappears today
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| Every hag waves me on
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| Secretly wishing me gone
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| Well, I will be soon
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| Oh I will be soon
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| There were bad times on Maudlin Street
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| They took you away in a police car
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| Dear Inspector, don’t you know?
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| Don’t you care?
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| Don’t you know about love?
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| Your gran died
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| And your mother died
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| On Maudlin Street
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| In pain and ashamed
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| With never time to say
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| Those special things
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| I took the keys from Maudlin Street
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| Well, it’s only bricks and mortar!
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| And… truly I do love you
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| Wherever you are
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| Wherever you are |