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The leaves of brown came falling through the view |
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In Berkeley Mews, I first met you |
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I staggered through your chilly dining room |
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In Berkeley Mews, I first met you |
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Your kitchen sink was cluttered up |
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So I couldn't shut it up forlornly |
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I brewed another cuppa up |
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And tried to sneak out early in the morning |
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I thought you had much better things to do |
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In Berkeley Mews, I first met you |
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Drowned my conversation with champagne |
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And Berkeley Mews was not the same |
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I thought you were an intellect |
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But now that I reflect, you left me reeling |
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You made me drink a toast |
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And when you finished I was looking at the ceiling |
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The floods of tears I've wept thinking of you |
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Remind me of that night in Berkeley Mews |
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You know that you left me broken-hearted |
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Berkeley Mews |
