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On the bus back from Bristol, we talked about death |
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And we talked about a friend that I'd spent some time with |
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Once or twice a year |
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We got to your house, all cold and out of breath |
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Your child was asleep |
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We sat down and you offered us a beer |
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You said : "Do you know what happened today ?" |
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And I said : "No" |
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He was family to millions |
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All over the evening news |
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But I tend to keep away from the press, the TV and the radio |
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I like to keep my mind clean |
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When i can i always choose |
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To focus on what's here and |
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Not know what the world wants me to know |
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You said : "Would you want some tea or another drink ?" |
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And I said : "No" |
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We'd had sun in Bristol and |
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Fun with friends in London |
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And an awesome time as usual on tops of hills |
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In Leeds |
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We listened to Fred Neil |
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It sounded dark with the loudness on |
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You whispered to me |
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People whisper when a baby sleeps |
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You said : "Will you need an extra blanket ?" |
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And I said : "No" |
