| Come and have a look, beside me
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| A fine line of tears, part company
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| That’s her handwriting, that’s the way she writes
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| From the first letter I got to this her Bill of Rights, part company
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| And what will I miss? |
| Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness
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| Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company
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| That’s her handwriting, that’s the way she writes
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| Like mud in the September rain it comes, back to me
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| Part, part, I said part
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| Part company, made he men disappear
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| Cut my swathe and spread my fear
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| Before we’d met, I hadn’t wiped my feet
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| Seen myself naked or, part company
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| And I said it before, do I have to say it again
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| A fine line of tears, part company
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| That’s her handwriting, that’s the way she writes
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| From her first words to this, our last night
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| Part, part, she said part
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| Part company, made her men disappear
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| Cut my swathe and spread my fear |