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When you were alone in the hotel |
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Who were you? |
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The frost on the grass has melted |
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Cloud shadows over the wall |
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Not like it says in the papers |
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Not like you told them at all |
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Safe in the comfort of frailty |
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She sits in the station hall |
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headlines of her disappearance |
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She walks with her eyes to the floor |
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And as the train |
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It puffs some spits |
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She writes her name |
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on everybodys lips |
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12 hours later they found it 12 |
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windscreen smashed by the road |
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no indication of motif |
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no message not even a note |
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And at the opposit end of the country |
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She sits on a hotel bed |
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Staring at the face in the mirror |
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Is it hers or anothers instead |
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Tea time swing band plays in the lounge |
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Aspidistras waiters and frowns |
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A private table sit on your own |
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A man on the corner talks |
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And phones the cops |
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They stare and slip |
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She writes her name |
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on everybodys lips |
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Along with the view of the garden |
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A gate with a path to the sea |
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the last of the ripple of laughter |
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As the band leaves after the tea |
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Police running over the grassland |
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foot falls loud in the hall |
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Boots hard on the stair carpet |
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Cloud shadows over the wall |
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And as the tap |
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It drips and drips |
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She writes her name |
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on everybodys lips |
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And from the cups |
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they stare and sip |
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She writes her name |
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on everybodys lips |
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And as the train |
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It puffs some spits |
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She writes her name |
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on everybodys lips |
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