| I’ve held your hand since 1979
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| You were in a band — still am — yeah but back then you had hair and your smile
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| was so sublime
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| And I chipped my teeth on every joke you cracked
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| You used to buy me scotch — still do — yeah but now too much is never enough
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| To take me back to that dance hall where you got thrown out 'cause they thought
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| you were drunk -I wasn’t —
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| You couldn’t lie then and you sure as hell can’t lie to me now
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| You stole the best years of my life
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| I’ll give them back
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| You got fat
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| And you’re the thigh-high hemline I just can’t stop staring at
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| 'Cause I will wait and hope
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| Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep
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| But a place for crows to rest their feet
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| And I will wait and hope
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| And rest my head at night content
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| Knowing where my marbles went
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| The flat we rented was a palace for my queen
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| If by palace you mean that asbestos and beans from a tin, and the gin that we
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| brewed in the bathtub
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| She sang, ‘Do you think I’m sexy?' |
| and oh god I really did
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| You’d swoon, you’d sigh, working shifts till we cried
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| Oh, if one more guy calls me darling then I
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| Swear to you and to god I will murder them all
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| All the bastards applaud when I show that I’m flawed
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| You’re not flawed darling, you’re just a little under-rehearsed
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| And I’d get in
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| And for some reason you’ve painted the kitchen lime green
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| And I’d sink to the floor, what’s the point anymore
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| And you, you’d reply with a glint in your eye
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| (And you, you’d reply with a drink in your hand)
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| Saying ‘I don’t know, but I’m here, I’m all yours, dear heart don’t cry'
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| (Saying ‘I don’t know, but I’m here, oh dear god, dear heart don’t cry')
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| 'Cause I will wait and hope
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| Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep
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| But a place for crows to rest their feet
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| And I will wait and hope
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| And rest my head at night content
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| Knowing where my marbles went
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| I’ve loved you, for a hundred years
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| Certainly fucking feels like it
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| The minute I met you, the colours of my life began to pour
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| I’m scared of the dark
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| And now, even though you’re mad and these memories won’t stay
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| That’s okay
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| 'Cause then I get to meet you for the first time every single day
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| I’ll wait and hope
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| Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep
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| But a place for crows to rest their feet
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| I’ll wait and hope
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| And rest my head at night content
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| Knowing where my marbles went
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| And I will wait
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| And I will wait
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| And I will wait
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| And hope |