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So these are circumstances |
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Leading to my sorry tale |
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I was in a town I didn't know |
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I'd arrived there by rail |
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It all began a week before- |
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The joys of Saturday night- |
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An invite to a party |
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Or watching The Price Is Right |
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Opting for a soiree |
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For the first time in a year |
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Mixed badly with the revellers |
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Mixed Bacardi, wine and beer |
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The room moved back and forwards |
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The dancers did the same |
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Found refuge in a corner |
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That's when he asked my name |
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Well this is very nice, I thought |
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Smiling through the haze |
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As we talked of Auguste Rodin |
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Through to Harold Pinter's plays |
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Said he played piano |
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Said his name was Steve |
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And in that situation |
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Why shouldn't I believe |
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That he really lived so far away |
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Had to make a move for home |
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Scribbled down his address |
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Said he didn't have a phone |
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Would I like to come to dinner |
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On Friday of next week |
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To this i said I'd love to |
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As he kissed me on the cheek |
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That night I felt so happy |
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Excited through and through |
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See! The company of strangers |
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Doesn't always leave you blue |
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Stumbled home contented |
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Like a cat that got the cream |
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Wake up a little weary |
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But I knew it was no dream |
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The next few days were anxious |
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What could I find to wear? |
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What happens if I arrive |
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And there is no Hope Road there? |
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My friend said don't be silly |
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No one does things like that |
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Now will you get a move on |
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And take off that stupid hat! |
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Made sure I set out early |
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Made sure I caught the train |
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Got out at the right station |
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Then of course came down the rain |
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Followed the directions |
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Excactly as he said |
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Asked people if they knew Hope Road |
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But they just walked on ahead |
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I turned left at the junction |
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Took the fork off to the right |
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Straight over at the crossroads |
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Then down to the traffic lights |
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Must have walked those streets for hours |
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In the dark and in the cold |
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Before I really could accept |
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There was no place called Hope Road |
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So here I am alone again |
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Indoors by myself |
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The TV, plants, books and I |
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All neatly on the shelf |
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Next time I'll be more cautious |
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Next time I won't be fooled |
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It's another of those basic things |
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You're never taught at school |
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Let this be a warning |
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As you wander through the world |
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It makes no difference who you are |
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Be you boy or be you girl |
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Be very, very careful |
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When people seem so nice |
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It's not now that it's expensive |
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Later on you pay the price |
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There's no Hope Road |
