| When I fist met you
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| You were wearing, wearing a tunic
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| Eyes glazed over, stripped right back like a hollow
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| We’d talk for days in a room off Cambridge Heath Road
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| Smoking bone in your backroom
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| While your sister, while your sister phoned
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| While your sister, while your sister phoned
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| While your sister, while your sister phoned
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| I’d stare at your eyes as you helped the children
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| You’re quoting Voltaire or Ginsberg
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| To the adorned in your kitchen
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| Sipping ice tea in the summer
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| Picture a park, yeah
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| Playing at being Stan Bowles
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| QPR Nineteen seventy five
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| QPR Nineteen seventy five
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| QPR Nineteen seventy five
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| QPR Nineteen seventy five
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| QPR Nineteen seventy five
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| Then you helped me out
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| You gave me a break, a break from the boredom
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| I quit my job
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| I took a gamble, a gamble on a new life
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| I’ll always remember staying with you in your hotel
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| I’ll always owe you son
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| Gratitude gratitude my friend
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| Gratitude gratitude my friend
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| Gratitude gratitude my friend
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| Gratitude gratitude my friend |