(Heaton/Rotheray)
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This is the dinner prepared
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This is the dress that I made
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This is the child I brought up
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And this is the woman you laid
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This is the woman you laid
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This is the perfume I wore
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This is the hotel we stayed
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This is the way that I lay
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And this is the woman you laid
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This is the woman you laid
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We promise ourselves this is no one-night stand
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Let us draw all the curtains and strike up the band
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And I'm thrilled by gentlest touch of your hand we pretend
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There's a tear, there's a tear
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Not through confusion through fear, through fear
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This is the smile that I wore
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This is the song that we played
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This is the way that I lay
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And this is the woman you laid, this is the woman you laid
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Next morning our eyes filled with sleepy regret
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A kiss and goodbye and a long cigarette
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But the pillow I lay on is cold and it's wet
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Can't pretend
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It's a tear, it's a tear
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Not through confusion, through fear, through fear
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And knowing at least that love came so near
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Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear
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Roll out the red carpets and unplug the phone
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Root out the photos you've already shown
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Cos this is one night you won't sleep alone
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Just one night
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There's a tear there's a tear
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Not through confusion through fear, through fear
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And knowing at least that love came so near
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Just adds to the weight of this bell bottomed tear
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There's a tear, there's a tear
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Not through confusion, through fear
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Not through confusion, through fear.
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Bell-Bottomed Tear
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| The Beautiful South |
