| The washing machine needs fixin' here
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| It’s early dark this time of year
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| It’s small and cold, I’m hiding in here
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| Behind orange drapes and wafer walls
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| I made a mess to make it feel like home
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| All the stuff I packed can’t fill this hole
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| I’ll conjure you up, you’ll appear
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| It’s ridiculous that you’re not here
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| I’ll bend Albert’s law slightly
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| I’ll say the magic word and you’re beside me
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| Out on Crouch End hill, people passing through
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| I tried your phone and I bought dry shoes
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| The squelch of rubber soles on wet tar
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| There’s too many steps from where you are
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| I’ll conjure you up, you’ll appear
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| It’s ridiculous that you’re not here
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| I’ll bend Albert’s law slightly
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| I’ll say the magic word and you’re beside me
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| I’ll conjure you up, you’ll appear
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| It’s ridiculous that you’re not here
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| I’ll bend Albert’s law slightly
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| I’ll say the magic word 'til you’re beside me |