| Well, I’m back to make your face
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| So it smiles once again
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| And harpoon you like a whale
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| With a bent and rusty nail
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| If your husband knew, he’d say
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| That you’re livin' in sin
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| Well, if grinnin' is a sin
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| That’s the reason I’m here
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| Back with you, Mrs. Blear
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| Sleep on, dear
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| Deep and easy, your night man is here
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| I’ll steal your dreams for my shiny gold chain
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| And you’ll wake with your eyes full of rain
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| Finding I’ve disappeared
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| I don’t think of yesterday
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| Merely drum out the sound
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| But forgetting you was hard
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| That’s why I’m back in town
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| And you had a loveless week
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| And the world’s let you down
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| But I’ll make it up somehow
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| There are ways, Mrs. Brown
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| That’s why I’m back in town
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| Sleep on, dear
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| For the night wouldn’t dare interfere
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| And the ghosts of my cigarette play
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| On the ceiling, and time drifts away
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| With the burden it bears
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| Remember me
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| I’ve already forgotten you
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| And make your beds for me
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| For the things we ought not to do
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| Drive us all
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| 'Round the bend |