| A black television screen
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| Snow white and black
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| Deep and open
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| Splashing against the windows
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| Looking out onto a three-terrace town
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| Theres a garden, grey-green
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| And cherry blossoms
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| Get in in the morning (all seasons here, saved for a rainy day)
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| Climb in beside you (a part of a hole)
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| Watch the clock for half an hour (an orange and its peel)
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| Its cold on the outside
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| Theres steam on the windows (a star in a night sky)
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| And I put myself there all the time (a gentle beauty)
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| You let me forget again
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| And I snore on and on You let me forget again
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| Forget how it feels to be wrong
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| If I could show her completely (funny how everything makes you feel low when
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| youre already low)
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| But it comes so drunkardly now (lying on the bed, the lightbulb banging down)
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| Fall over on my words (get up, pull the sheet from the window, to see the rain
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| still coming down)
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| That peace when the door slams (downstairs theres hot coffee, sit down to a cigarette)
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| Soon shattered (down to the filter, another and down to my last)
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| I came so well-oiled (another and my last penny)
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| You let me forget again (4 a.m. 6 feet down. already up with the larks)
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| And I came stumbling through
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| You let me forget again (4 a.m. 6 feet down. already up with the larks)
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| Forget what I always knew |