| I drove Bobbie down to university
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| With a Rover bursting at the seams
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| We brunched in the halls of res canteen
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| Then I got on my way
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| Waving me goodbye from the steps of her building
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| She shrinks into the shudders of the revue
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| Tears begin to fall on the outskirts of Leeds
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| I am missing her already
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| I stopped for a coffee at Scotch Corner
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| I called to see if she was doing okay
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| She gently laughed at my foolishness
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| «Don't worry»
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| Watching match of the day that night I was bereft
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| The house seemed to hold its breath
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| I went out to smoke in the garden
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| There was a hedgehog drinking from the pond
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| I felt happy watching it make its way
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| Into the rhubarb, through the dewy blades
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| I must have drifted off with the opening credits
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| Of The Fog and had the most disturbing dream
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| We were running through the maze
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| Away from the drooling Minotaur
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| The dawn arrives‚ rosy on the Roman blind
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| Just before the monster can devour us
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| I quickly grab a shower
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| And head to five-a-side |