| Well, you never asked me, so I never said
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| Though I tattooed the answer so I wouldn’t forget
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| Oh, there’s much I can offer if you’d open your eyes
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| The night is young but life is short, so come inside
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| On a council bench, on the Park Estate
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| I have carved our names with a carpetblade
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| «They came here often and they loved it so…»
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| The view is bleak so what’s to love, we’ll never know
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| The view is bleak so what’s to love, we’ll never know
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| The view is bleak so what’s to love, we’ll never know
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| The view is bleak so what’s to love, we’ll never know
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| Well, phone me if you feel the need
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| My days are vacancies; |
| my heart, it tends to bleed
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| But I know a place where they’re kinder to our kind
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| Tonight, it rains a sorry drum, come inside
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| Tonight, it rains a sorry drum, come inside
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| Tonight, it rains a sorry drum, come inside
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| Tonight, it rains a sorry drum, come inside
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| If love would be so blind
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| The rest of us might blossom
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| If love would be so blind
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| The rest of us might blossom
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| If love would be so blind
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| The rest of us might blossom
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| If love would be so blind
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| The rest of us might blossom |