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Claire |
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The woman who lives down the stairs |
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It's easy to see when she's there |
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She leaves the light on in the hall where |
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The carpets and cupboards are bare |
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If she has anything to declare |
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She never speaks to me at all |
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So I won't go asking for a miracle |
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I'm only going through with a dare |
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Come on Claire |
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Claire |
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There's something the two of us share |
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Shakin' our fists in the air |
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Wailing against everything in sight |
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It's not fair |
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Suffer and nobody cares |
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Cryin' alone in your chair |
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The same as I do every night |
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And if you keep it up just to be dutiful |
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You know its gonna drive you spare |
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So come on Claire |
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Come on Claire |
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Come on Claire |
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I know that your husband's in there |
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Did you tell him about the affair |
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I saw his Volvo in the lane I could swear |
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He'll be grabbing a hold of your hair |
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Where the passion is raw as it's rare |
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But I'll bet you're driving him insane again |
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And does he tell you that you still look beautiful |
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In the mini-skirt you used to wear? |
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Oh come on Claire |
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Come on Claire |
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Come on Claire |
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Come on Claire |
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Oh come on Claire |
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Oh come on Claire |
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Come on Claire |
