| And when she blows the candle flame to smoke
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| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
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| And monday shell go down town standing naked in the road
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| You may know what I am
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| But who I am you dont know
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| Shell run across the mustard dust sand
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| Scream down the wind
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| And the sea is in a cold
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| Like when in holiday homes
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| And houses like sweet confectionary
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| And sandcastles and drinking wine
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| Hungry dinners perfectly timed
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| And mother and father glowing young
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| Happy to be each other together
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| When she blows the candle out
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| She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head
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| The day that went way of every day
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| But tomorrow shell fly a plane
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| Over the fields where the houses arent built yet
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| She smiled sweetly across the room
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| Through the lunch time smoke
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| And I loved her for a second
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| And discarded the queen and I know
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| How sweetness turns sour
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| And leaves they turn to brown
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| And then to earth and dust
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| And settle in this town
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| You get blown away…
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| (repeat 1st half)
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| She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke
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| And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and I know
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| When men are being little boys again
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| And women cruel step mothers of old
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| And this is the invention
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| The adventure of my own
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| I get blown away… |