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I came in here, just to see his guilty face |
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I'm just checkin' |
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He's been dead twenty years but I sort of miss the chase |
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I'm just checkin' |
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I've seen folk just like her, pop their noses round the door |
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They're just checkin' |
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If this is where their husband was between 1 and 4 |
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They're just checkin' |
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Nothing hits so definite, hits so hard |
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When he's moved from Old White Hart |
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and he's doing the Old Graveyard |
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We're running a check. On the love we had taken away |
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We're running a check. That death wasn't fortnight astray |
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Nothing hits so definite (repeat) |
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The mask of sobriety for afternoons he'd save |
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I'm just checkin' |
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If he could fool me regularly he'd certainly fool his grave |
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I'm just checkin' |
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I've seen those widows pray for the hunt that was taken away |
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They're just checkin' |
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They pretend they've just popped by like they popped by yesterday |
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They're just checkin' |
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I came round here in case he left a slate |
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No one settles up around here, like the widowed or the late |
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We've seen folk like you settle bills or family feuds |
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But no one's bought a drink for those that death excludes |
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We're just checkin' |
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We're just thinkin' |
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We're just sinkin' |
