| That rewarding cigarette
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| That burns slowly by the bed
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| Fills the room with mystery
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| The apple ripens on the tree
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| That protected seal of love
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| Broken by the flame of fun
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| Lying back with Exodus
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| In the arms of lovers' trust
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| (Today is none of our concern)
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| (Today is none of our concern)
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| That romantic dance of light
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| From the curtain broken night
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| Shadows fall on mystery
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| Love has ripened here for me
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| Stubbing out the cigarette
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| I see the clothes beside the bed
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| As the half light of the day
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| Pulls the sheet up once again
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| (Today is none of our concern)
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| (Today is none of our concern)
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| As the phone hangs by the cord
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| As the streets begin to fill
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| There’s no distance anymore
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| There’s no wanting when you will
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| Will be sleeping through the day
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| As the world around us turns
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| As the phone hangs by the cord
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| Today is none of our concern
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| Today is none of our concern
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| Today is none of our concern
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| Today |