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She's not a picture above somebody's fire. She sits in a towel with a purple hair dryer. She waits to get even with me She hooks up her cupcakes and puts on her jumper. Explains that she'll be late
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Swallow me, say, swallow me. Take me to your nest of China dolls. Call me up your closest friend. Join me in my neighborhood patrol Happy me, say, happy me. Chinese whispers bounce from ear to ear
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(difford/tilbrook) I wrote her name on a bar mat. She had a peculiar bonnet,. But a youngish damsel figure. With her tongue tied to a trigger,. She seemed a total killer. Her face all filled with
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There she sits in an empty room. The look on her face says it all. A bruise appears round a crying eye. As the tear drops sadly fall He knocked her over, he hit her. And told her, she's stupid. H
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My head was stuck in the cat flap on the door. Where I could see her walking on the kitchen floor. Down on my knees just like a dog. Begging for scraps that she said she hadn't got She took her pen
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With her hair up in his fingers. The fish and chips smell lingers. Under amber street lamps. She holds the law in her hands The moistness of the damp night. Falls silent through the lamplight. Al
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Tonight I take her from her parents. I came along to her rescue. Without a word about arrangements. She came along without a clue So I said, "My love I want to take you. A place I have inside my h
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I feel like I'm pounding on a big door. No one can hear me knocking,. I feel like I'm falling flat to the floor. No one can catch me from falling. The hourglass has no more grains of sand,. My wa
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(difford/tilbrook) 853-5937. Angela can't make it to the phone. If you care to leave your name and number. She'll give you a ring when she is home. Every time I called her I got the message. I li
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She wants to give up love for good. She kicks the fence and splits the wood. She cries her eyes out in the rain. She swears aloud and so again She feels messed around She takes her coat off as it p
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She left her school for the factory. From pocket money to a salary. From a pac-a-mac to a compact case. And every morning she inspects her face She discovers pulling pints in pubs. That the good l
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He's taking her away, he's acting like a general. Generally, his game is so familiar. He wants her to play with a toaster and a kettle. While he spends his day miles from the prisoner She reads the
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Striking matches an' I'm smokin' cigarettes. Puttin on a kettle, playin a cassette. Foldin up the papers, rubbin my eyes. Thinkin of all that happened last night The passion, the feelings that soak
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(difford/tilbrook). Warning these lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. they represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see. I can't remember what happened last night
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The saddest thing I've ever seen. Was a starving face on my TV screen. The desperate face that I saw. Had my disbelief hanging from my jaw. Our harvest could be shared around. Instead it's buried
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Talking to demons that fly through the room. When I'm home late and she's gone out of tune. No more excuses, I'm being locked out. The key to her heart will never be found I can't get close to the
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He smokes himself into double vision. Leaves his mind on an indecision. Thinks he's invented imagination. Says that God is some relation He leaves his cigarette burning on the desk. His clothes an
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Hitched a hiker up above the border. She'd spent some time in Morocco and Gibraltar. And stole my wallet with a picture of my missus. With fond remembrance of everything with kisses From the Isle o
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