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(S. Engel) |
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Well, I'm back to make your face |
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So it smiles once again |
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And harpoon you like a whale |
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With a bent and rusty nail |
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If your husband knew, he'd say |
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That you're living in sin |
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Well, if grinnin' is a sin |
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That's the reason I'm here |
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Back with you, Mrs Blear |
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Sleep on, dear |
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Deep and easy, our night man is here |
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I'll steal your dreams for my shiny gold chain |
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And you'll wake with your eyes full of rain |
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Finding I've disappeared |
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I don't think of yesterday |
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Merely drum out the sound |
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But forgetting you was hard |
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That's why I'm back in town |
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And you had a loveless week |
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And the world's let you down |
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But I'll make it up somehow |
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There are ways, Mrs Brown |
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That's why I'm back in town |
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Sleep on, dear |
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For the night wouldn't dare interfere |
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And the ghosts of my cigarette play |
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On the ceiling, and time drifts away |
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With the burden it bears |
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Remember me |
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I've already forgotten you |
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And make your beds for me |
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For the things we ought not to do |
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Drive us all |
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'Round the bend |
