| Mother
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| Maiden aunt or brother
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| On the masonary, and there are others
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| Like you, beheaded lover
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| In the cemetery
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| Seems rather sad to me
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| Oh seems rather sad to me
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| Oh amour centenary
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| Available for all to see
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| But in between the morning and the evening light
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| Is how the days go by
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| And in between the evening and the morning light
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| Oh don’t the stars look nice
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| But in between the evening and the morning light
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| Is how the days go by
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| And in between the evening and the morning light
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| Oh don’t the stars look nice
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| At first the settings broke
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| Now the machinery stops
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| And the country’s all sectioned off
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| Like a honeycomb
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| Oh cells and foam
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| Like separated bones
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| Have you been waiting for long?
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| Oh in between the evening and the morning light
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| Is how the days go by
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| And in between the evening and the morning light
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| Oh don’t the stars look nice
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| In between the evening and the morning light
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| Is how the days go by
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| And in between the evening and the morning light
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| Oh don’t the stars look nice
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| And oh, oh oh
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| Oh ain’t it going well?
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| And oh, oh oh oh
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| But it’s so hard to tell
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| It’s like everything you never said
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| But always meant to say
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| It’s like everything you never did
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| And did it anyway
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| But in between the morning and the evening light
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| It’s how the days go by
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| In between the the morning and the evening light
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| Oh don’t the stars look nice |