| At eight o'clock we said goodbye
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| That's when I left her house for mine
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| She said that she'd be staying in
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| Well, she had to be at work by nine
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| So I get home and have a bath
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| And let an hour or two pass
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| Drifting in front of my TV
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| When a film comes on that she wants to see
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| It's Monday morning 5:19
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| And I'm still wondering where she's been
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| 'Cause every time I try to call
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| I just get her machine
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| And now it's almost 6 AM
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| And I don't want to try again
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| 'Cause if she's still not back
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| Then this must be the end
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| At first I guess she's gone
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| To get herself a pack of cigarettes
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| A pint of milk
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| Food for the cat
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| But it's midnight now
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| And she's still not back
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| It's Monday morning 5:19
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| And I'm still wondering where she's been
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| 'Cause every time I try to call
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| I just get her machine
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| And now it's almost 6 AM
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| And I don't want to try again
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| 'Cause if she's still not back
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| Well, heaven knows what then
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| Is this the end?
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| At half past two I picture her
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| In the back of someone else's car
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| He runs his fingers through her hair
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| Oh, you shouldn't let
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| Him touch you there
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| It's Monday morning 5:19
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| And I'm still wondering where she's been
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| 'Cause every time I try to call
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| I just get her machine
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| And now it's almost 6 AM
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| And I don't want to try again
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| 'Cause if she's still not back
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| Well, heaven knows what then
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| Is this the end? |