| Time
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| Is written on your face
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| And the cold white arms of memory embrace you
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| Love
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| Is all we lay to waste
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| Now it’s only lips of loneliness that taste you
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| Oh god you were beautiful
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| Oh god you were beautiful
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| Oh god
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| Mad Shelley’s letterbox is full of birthday cards
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| Me I never left the room
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| The lightbulb that shone down on me was gloomy
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| I could read you by the moon
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| The way you looked at me I thought you knew me
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| Oh god you were beautiful
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| Oh god you were beautiful
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| Oh god
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| Mad Shelley’s letterbox is full of birthday cards
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| Mad Shelley’s letterbox is full of birthday cards
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| (Special delivery from mad Shelley)
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| What
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| Could anybody say
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| Except in hindsight this was bound to happen
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| When two souls collide this way
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| There’s no compartment they can find a map in
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| I don’t know what your mind is thinking your mind’s not in your heart
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| Oh god you were beautiful
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| Oh god you were beautiful
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| Oh god
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| Mad Shelley’s letterbox is full of birthday cards
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| Mad Shelley’s letterbox is full of birthday cards
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| Mad Shelley’s letterbox is full of birthday cards
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| Ahhhh
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| Ahhhh
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| Ahhhh |