| Because the fog was low
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| And the streets were meeting arms
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| I’ve been beaten
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| Now i’m not leaving home
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| And in the second was rain
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| She is walking but i’m no-one
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| I feel january’s here and with me again
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| 'cause i’m a waste of arms
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| And you were wasting time
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| In my head you were better
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| I was wrong to scurry behind
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| So bring her safely home
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| There may be muscles now swallowing with her
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| 'cause i’ll be waking up waking up cold
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| 'cause i’ve been waking up waking up cold and alone
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| Put on a locket and say
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| Put on a locket and bring this wine
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| All of this evening it seemed like a waste of time
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| And in the second you came
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| Bored and believing he seized your name
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| I feel january’s here and talking again
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| 'cause there was something more
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| And you were talking blind
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| 'cause this water was red
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| I was blacked out and needed a shine
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| So bring her name to your door
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| Throw the flowers well over the threshhold
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| 'cause i’ll be walking out, walking out now
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| 'cause i’ll be walking out, walking out now
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| For sure
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| So bring her safely home |
| There may be muscles now swallowing with her
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| 'cause i’ll be waking up waking up cold
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| 'cause i’ve been waking up waking up cold and alone |