I looked in my diary, no spaces today,
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A life so eventful, stacked with appointments too important to break,
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Lunch at the bistro, tea at the Savoy cafe,
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No time to contemplate the isolation,
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No second can be wasted, no space to think because,
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My diary is full but my life is empty.
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Oh yes, my diary is full but my life is empty.
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It's all so contemporary, the sheer pretension of it,
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It's all so temporary, but all so shallow really,
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Let me look, I might be able to squeeze you in between,
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No, my diary is so full I couldn't possibly meet you today,
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This evening is blocked out with potential investors in my lonely one-man play,
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Perhaps next week maybe when there are fewer functions to attend,
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So for now I'll pencil you in,
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Between the visit to my doctor, my appointment at the bank,
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This time it's really crucial, that's why it's written in red,
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My diary is my life and my life is standing on my head,
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Oh my diary is full but my life is empty,
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Oh yes my diary is full but my life...
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I look at your picture on my bedroom wall,
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I'm trying to forget you, that's why my diary is so full,
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Chock-a-block with engagements but it's only for show,
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'Cause I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go,
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To stop my isolation, keep myself occupied,
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My diary is my one salvation,
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Names, dates, numbers, but inside I long to cancel all those entries,
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My diary is full but my life's empty,
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My diary is full but my life is empty.
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My Diary
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| The Kinks |
