| This is the dinner prepared
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| This is the dress that I made
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| This is the child I brought up And this is the woman you laid
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| This is the woman you laid
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| This is the perfume I wore
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| This is the hotel we stayed
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| This is the way that I lay
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| And this is the woman you laid
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| This is the woman you laid
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| We promise ourselves this is no one-night stand
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| Let us draw all the curtains and strike up the band
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| And I’m thrilled by gentlest touch of your hand we pretend
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| There’s a tear, there’s a tear
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| Not through confusion through fear, through fear
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| This is the smile that I wore
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| This is the song that we played
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| This is the way that I lay
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| And this is the woman you laid, this is the woman you laid
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| Next morning our eyes filled with sleepy regret
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| A kiss and goodbye and a long cigarette
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| But the pillow I lay on is cold and it’s wet
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| Can’t pretend
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| It’s a tear, it’s a tear
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| Not through confusion, through fear, through fear
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| And knowing at least that love came so near
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| Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear
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| Roll out the red carpets and unplug the phone
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| Root out the photos you’ve already shown
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| Cos this is one night you won’t sleep alone
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| Just one night
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| There’s a tear there’s a tear
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| Not through confusion through fear, through fear
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| And knowing at least that love came so near
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| Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear
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| There’s a tear, there’s a tear
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| Not through confusion, through fear
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| Not through confusion, through fear. |