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We returned to that five room flat |
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Now it was empty and this the last time |
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Ther were blinking pictures |
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Of how we'd sit and chat |
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Some of them are scattered |
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Others shattered in my mind |
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It was always three flights up |
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Cathedral bells kept time |
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In the winter, a-chatterin' cold |
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While the building shook like rageweed in the wind |
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Stories from the heat pipes |
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We were told |
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But now they only leave me |
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With a half-enchanted grin |
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Bridge: |
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Bicycles squeezed down alley ways into view |
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And towels warmed on oven doors |
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To not freeze |
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Was the only thing to do |
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I wonder if we kept to the fair warning |
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'Cause I can see it in the flowers |
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Dyin' on the window sil |
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I know we must be out by tommorow mornin' |
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But am I goin' 'gainst my will |
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Bridge |
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Repeat last verse |
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