| Mrs. Jones and I were dreaming of the moon
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| On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud
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| And the mirage of a suburb in the rain
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| On a train and drifting down
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| Oh, Miss Lloyd, your smiling eyes are in my mind
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| Holidays and nights away and quieter times
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| What’s in the game that we both play
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| Walking our dogs in the rain, anyway?
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| And we think about the things that we have done
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| What our love’s become, as we drift down
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| And our glowing eyes are filled with silent rooms
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| Alleyways and evenings that we found
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| Oh, Miss Lloyd, your smiling eyes are in my mind
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| Holidays and nights away and quieter times
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| What’s in the game that we both play
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| Walking our dogs in the rain, anyway?
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| And it’s a five day morning
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| As I am in the rain
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| And I don’t know if I’ll see you again
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| Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again
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| Mrs. Jones and I were dreaming of the moon
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| On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud
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| And the mirage of a suburb in the rain
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| On a train and drifting down |