| Listen closely May
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| This phone may not be safe
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| I have been betrayed
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| And I must leave today
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| Where, I cannot say
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| Somewhere far away
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| Maybe to the States
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| Where no one knows my face
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| So May, take care of the kids
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| Tell them I love them
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| I’ll send a few quid when I can
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| I know, this is no kind of life
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| But you’ve got to be strong
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| When your’e a fugitive’s wife
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| I’m calling from some booth
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| No, I can’t come home
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| But this is not goodbye
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| I love you more than life
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| So May, take care of the kids
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| Tell them I love them
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| I’ll send a few quid when I can
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| I know, this is no kind of life
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| But you’ve got to be strong
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| When youre a fugitive’s wife
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| Something isn’t right
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| The streets are much too quiet
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| The shops all locked up tight
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| There’s not one soul in sight
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| So May, take care of the kids
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| Tell them I love them
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| I’ll send a few quid when I can
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| I know, this is no kind of life
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| But you’ve got to be strong
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| When you’re a fugitive’s wife
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| And May, they’ve got me in sight
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| There’s a least twenty five
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| It’s down to a fight or a flight
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| May… |