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When I fist met you |
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You were wearing, wearing a tunic |
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Eyes glazed over, stripped right back like a hollow |
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We'd talk for days in a room off Cambridge Heath Road |
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Smoking bone in your backroom |
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While your sister, while your sister phoned |
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While your sister, while your sister phoned |
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While your sister, while your sister phoned |
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I'd stare at your eyes as you helped the children |
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You're quoting Voltaire or Ginsberg |
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To the adorned in your kitchen |
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Sipping ice tea in the summer |
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Picture a park, yeah |
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Playing at being Stan Bowles |
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QPR Nineteen seventy five |
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QPR Nineteen seventy five |
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QPR Nineteen seventy five |
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QPR Nineteen seventy five |
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QPR Nineteen seventy five |
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Then you helped me out |
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You gave me a break, a break from the boredom |
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I quit my job |
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I took a gamble, a gamble on a new life |
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I'll always remember staying with you in your hotel |
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I'll always owe you son |
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Gratitude gratitude my friend |
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Gratitude gratitude my friend |
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Gratitude gratitude my friend |
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Gratitude gratitude my friend |
