| The leaves of brown came falling through the view
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| In Berkeley Mews, I first met you
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| I staggered through your chilly dining room
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| In Berkeley Mews, I first met you
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| Your kitchen sink was cluttered up
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| So I couldn’t shut it up forlornly
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| I brewed another cuppa up
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| And tried to sneak out early in the morning
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| I thought you had much better things to do
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| In Berkeley Mews, I first met you
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| Drowned my conversation with champagne
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| And Berkeley Mews was not the same
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| I thought you were an intellect
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| But now that I reflect, you left me reeling
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| You made me drink a toast
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| And when you finished I was looking at the ceiling
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| The floods of tears I’ve wept thinking of you
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| Remind me of that night in Berkeley Mews
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| You know that you left me broken-hearted
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| Berkeley Mews |