| It was a grey dawn, penciled in lightly
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| The morning screamed, neath the traffic’s feet
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| The razor burned commuters reflections
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| It didn’t seem a visual treat
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| The office staff begin the humdrum
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| Making the hours and the money flow
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| The guilty lovers keep their secret
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| And hope it doesn’t show
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| Oh no office love is such a bitch
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| Oh no like a knife in the back
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| He catches the train up every morning
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| From his Croyden executive estate
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| He’s convinced he needs a new future
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| But she’s prepared to wait
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| He swears to step cleanly from a marriage
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| That’s become so tangled and confused
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| She knows he’s lying for his pleasures
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| He doesn’t see her cry
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| He doesn’t see her die
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| Oh no office love is such a bitch
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| Oh no like a knife in the back
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| She goes home, knowing that it can’t go on
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| Her secret fears become too strong
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| Seeing what little love she has she’s losing
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| He’s the type that manages to sleep at night
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| The guilt is safely locked away
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| But it was just another day, and he’s so tired
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| Her heart seemed set on destruction
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| With lips drawn pale and thin
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| She offered up love like a sacrifice
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| And he was closing in
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| Her mother sat on the end of the bed
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| Through the dark hours of the night
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| Wagging her finger saying honey
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| This just isn’t right
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| Oh no office love is such a bitch
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| Oh no like a knife in the back |