| I saw your picture in the Evening Standard
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| You were wearing your battle dress
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| I really must confess
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| That I shed a silent smile for you--
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| It had really blown my mind
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| I wonder, are you still so kind?
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| Are you still so pure?
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| There are other rhymes around here somewhere
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| But I’m not too sure how they fit…
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| Jenny, penny for your thoughts
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| I wonder how you’re thinking now;
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| I hesitate to visualise;
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| Our worlds are much too different
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| That’s a sign of the times
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| Time was when I read your cards
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| And wrote the numbers in the dust;
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| I can’t remember what they were but, anyhow
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| I missed the cusp
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| So, so long, and so, goodbye
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| Do you think I’d recognise you by your hair or by your mind now?
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| We start out together
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| But the paths all divide;
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| When there are no more crossroads
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| I open my eyes
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| And find I’m walking on alone
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| Through the snowy cold…
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| I wonder if I’ll make it through the night?
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| I’m an author and an actor too;
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| You’re a model in the zoo…
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| I’m just thinking on which side of the bars
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| I’m looking through
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| If I prophesied an avalanche
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| Would you wait and call my bluff?
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| If I gave you just a little song
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| Would that be enough
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| To save your life
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| Or is the knife already turning in my hand? |