| I eat dinner at the kitchen table
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| By the light that switches on I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
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| No more candlelight, no more romance, no more small talk
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| When the hunger’s gone
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| I eat dinner at the kitchen table
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| And I wash it down with pop
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| I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
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| No more candlelight, no more romance, no more small talk
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| When the hunger stops
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| Never thought that I’d end up this way
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| I who loved the sparks
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| Never thought my hair’d be turning to gray
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| It used to be so dark, so dark
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| No more candlelight, no more romance, no more small talk
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| When the hunger’s gone
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| No more candlelight, no more romance, no more small talk
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| When the hunger’s gone
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| When the hunger’s gone
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| Never thought that I’d end up like this
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| I who loved the night
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| Never thought I’d be without a kiss
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| No one to turn off the light
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| Turn off the light
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| I eat dinner at the kitchen table
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| By the light of the TV screen
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| I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
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| No more candlelight, no more romance, no more small talk
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| When the plate is clean
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| When the hunger’s gone, when the hunger’s gone |