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Oh language is dead, |
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So she believes, |
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I'm looking up, |
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Socially bereaved, |
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Just like |
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Carlisle,She lies on the border, |
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Disorder surrounds, |
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Her every noun, |
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One Night |
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In October, |
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The clocks go back, |
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And she attacks me oh, |
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Grabbing my left shoulder, |
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Suspects in texts that leave her wrecked-uh-oh, |
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One night in |
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October,I sit her down, |
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And say this must stop,' |
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Cos all we do, |
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Is argue then shop, |
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She goes to |
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Boots,I go to |
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Argos,Complete with deceit, |
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We stalk each aisle, |
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One night in |
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October,She throws a towel, the sink, a scowl-uh-oh, |
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One night in |
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October,With more invective, |
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Than the average detective, |
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Questions me on the lawn, |
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With doors ajar, |
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Tonight I will sleep in my car, |
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One night in |
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October,Oh intensive care, |
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Intensively she's aware, |
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That I, I miss the heat, |
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Solace and sway of the sheets, |
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Oh, this dashboard's so hard, |
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Can't cushion the beats of my heart, |
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One night in |
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October,Oh oh, |
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One night in |
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October,The clocks go back, |
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And she attacks me oh, |
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Grabbing my left shoulder, |
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With more invective, |
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Than the average detective, |
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Questions me on the lawn, |
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With doors ajar, |
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Tonight I might sleep in the car, |
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One night in |
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October, |