| First things first: I have a happy secret
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| The next bit’s worse
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| I intend to keep it that way
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| I can’t remember the last word spoken
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| I got some mail I didn’t open
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| It’s an un-read letter day
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| I know both of us are poor
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| But baby what are phone bills for
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| When it’s not raining
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| All these streets are filled with students
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| But you won’t catch me complaining it’s a nuisance
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| It’s useless I know
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| A storm rolls across the suburbs
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| And the streets are as empty as the cupboards
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| But for the boy most likely
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| And the girl most lovely
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| Given time I could get tired of all this sleeping
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| The days I’ve thrown away
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| And the hours that I am keeping
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| But for a while I’m fairly happy feeling hopeless
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| A somersault in a winter coat
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| I didn’t notice a thing
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| And I say it like it’s unrehearsed
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| But I said it in the bathroom first
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| «The boy most likely
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| And the girl most lovely»
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| The hedges and the hibiscus
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| As soon as she’s outside she says
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| «I grew up in the tidiest of towns»
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| Past the pub where my parents met
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| Resigning ourselves to modern architecture
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| Don’t let the barstools get you down |