| Nothing came under
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| The rays remained in the sun that day
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| And life isn’t full of surprises
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| You think you could steal in
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| Pop over the wall in the middle of the night
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| Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes
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| And into that cool blue
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| You’re not even dipping your toe
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| I find this bed too big now
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| It’s like those people you see on the way to work
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| Stuck in an endless queue of traffic
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| Each one in their own individual car
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| Half of them coming from the same place
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| Going to the same place
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| Going nowhere
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| They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift
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| Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars
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| I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box
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| No waste of space
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| No force of empty wasted space for your body to create it’s dent in
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| I miss your back
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| You’re back, how are you?
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| What are you up to? |
| getting on okay?
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| F**k off
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| Eighteen months ago they moved in here
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| The scrap metal dealer to one side
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| And divorced violinist to the other
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| Each morning we’d wake to the same chorus
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| Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete
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| Accompanied by ravel’s bolero
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| At first this was the best sound we’d ever heard
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| Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear
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| Shove a red hot poker up my nose
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| Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass
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| Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick
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| Rip my fingernails off
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| The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all
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| It was that dream again, when I was on the table
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| There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' staring
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| down at me
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| As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater
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| And the shirt and the vest peeled
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| And said «did something die in here? |
| "
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| So, whose bed you been sleeping in then?
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| Some poncey arsehole I’ll bet
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| I can see you there
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| And it f**king hurts
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| God, I want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast
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| Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on
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| Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed
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| And have those chats I miss so much
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| Another coffee? |
| cigarette?
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| Fancy going to the pub later
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| God, it’s good to see you
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| You always cheer me up |