Your father has just left your mother,
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gone off to live with his latest lover:
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she sits there, just staring.
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You've got to get back to your own flat
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because the atmosphere in there is
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so bad you can't bear it.
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And the people you were going to America with
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just left on the dawn 'plane
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without you.
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The people in the downstairs flat
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are no longer there now, because they
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left the gas tap on: they're all dead.
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So you've no-one left to talk to,
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you just lie there, in melancholy,
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half-naked on your unmade bed.
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And the people you were going to Africa with
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just left on the Southern Star
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without you.
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Now the haze that's been forming
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round your window-panes
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is protracted and poisoned,
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and you cannot feel a portion
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of the world outside.
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Can you imagine the way you'd feel
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if all these things had happened to you
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and the doctor says you're dying?
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That is the way that I feel now
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on finding that your love belongs
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to someone else, and not I...
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My chance of heaven has just blown away
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upon a passing cloud, and there is nothing
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that I can do without you.
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The People You Were Going To
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Van Der Graaf Generator |