There's a picture by his first wife on the wall
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Stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall
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A stain from last week's party on the stairs
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No one knows who made it or how it ever got there
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They were dancing with children round their legs
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Talking business, books and records, art and sex
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All things being considered you'd call it a success
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You wore your black dress oh-oh oh-oh...
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He's an architect and such a lovely guy
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and he'll stay with you until the day you die
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And he'll give you everything you could desire
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Oh well almost everything everything that he can buy
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So you sometimes go out in the afternoon
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Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom hear old women
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rolling trolleys down the road
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Back to Lyndhurst Grove Lyndhurst Grove Oh.
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