| You were never one for sleeping late
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| But oh! |
| the working week can wait
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| We ought to spend today together
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| You might be less than overjoyed
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| Unimpressed and unemployed
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| But I refuse to waste this weather
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| A midweek midmorning to ourselves
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| It would be misspent somewhere else
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| We wasted most of winter feeling
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| That we should stay inside instead
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| Lie on our backs on our bed
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| Beneath the stains upon the ceiling
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| I was never one for getting up
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| And catercorner from the pub
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| I found it difficult deciding
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| Between the indoors and the out-
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| But overhead there’s not a cloud
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| That couldn’t once have been skywriting
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| You beside and bluer skies above me
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| Spring fashion week and don’t we both look lovely
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| Yeah, you beside and bluer skies above me
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| Spring fashion week and don’t we both look lovely |