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[al:A Nod Is As Good As A Wink To A Blind Horse] |
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two three four |
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I left you on the debris |
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At the sunday morning market |
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You were sorting through the odds and ends |
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You was looking for a bargain |
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I heard your footsteps at the front door |
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And that old familiar love song |
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Cause you knew youd find me waiting there |
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At the top of the stairs |
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I went there and back |
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Just to see how far it was |
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And you you tried to tell me |
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But I had to learn for myself |
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Theres more trouble at the depot |
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With the general workers union |
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And you said they'll never change a thing |
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Well they won't fight and their not working |
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Oh you was my hero |
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How you are my good friend |
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I've been there and back |
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And I know how far it is |
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But I left you on the debris |
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Now we both know you got no money |
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And I wonder what you would have done |
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Without me hanging around |