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The wind's whistling |
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My mind's twisting |
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I was making myself the usual cup of tea |
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When the doorbell strangely rang |
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Because I've been up here for a while |
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I'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block |
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I'm not so manic now |
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I can uphold the weight of those neighbours |
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And she's lifting and throwing to the wall |
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The post-natal harmonies of youth |
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When this younger man, twenty-five |
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Advantageously took away her pride |
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The wind's whistling |
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My mind's twisting |
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I was making myself the usual cup of tea |
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When the doorbell strangely rang |
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I staggered shaking slowly to the door |
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Through the frosted panel I could see you |
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Your intentions as a salesman truly cush |
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You endeavoured as a psycho just to push |
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And whilst lifting and throwing to the wall |
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My puny structure of an ageing OAP |
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No reason why you chose my flat |
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Breathing deeply in a trance |
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The wind's whistling |
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My mind's twisting |
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I was making myself the usual cup of tea |
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When the doorbell strangely rang |
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I'm not so manic now (not so manic now) |
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I'm not so manic now (not so manic now) |
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I'm not so manic now (not so manic now) |
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I'm not so manic now (not so manic now) |
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Because I've been up here for a while |
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I'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block |
|
I'm not so manic now |
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I can uphold the weight of those neighbours |
|
And she's lifting and throwing to the wall |
|
The post-natal harmonies of youth |
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When this younger man, twenty-five |
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Advantageously took away her pride |
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I'm not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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Not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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Not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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Not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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I'm not so manic now |
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Not so manic now |