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Joanne comes around with a radio and absinthe |
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We start the afternoon with polish xmas songs on shortwave |
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She laughs as we burn the first shot, the green flame |
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I love joanne |
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We've been friends for 12 years |
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We used to be lovers but now a hug can be just a hug |
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I followed her from derbyshire to london |
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She's the sub-librarian, the swan feeder, spectacle breaker |
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I wanted to buy her a bicycle this xmas but she said it was too much |
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She can close me down like i let no-one else do |
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We watch the green flame in the window |
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And it somehow makes me think of Amsterdam or Paris |
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Rain beneath canal bridges in neon cafe light |
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The phone rings but it's not for me |
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The answering machine catches it and holds it and holds it and holds it |
