(Heaton/Rotheray)
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Like the contents of your handbag
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You don't know why it's there
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People ask you where you're heading
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You just answer "anywhere"
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We don't mean to be this vague
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It just happens that we are
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No-one asked us to elaborate
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We just shrug our shoulders and be
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And like the stories that just happened
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No-one thought of, no-one planned
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We could have ruled, we could have conquered
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Then we could have been a man
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We could be ex-husband
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We could be ex-wife
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But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
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Alone, alone
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Half an hour is seven hours
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One day is several months
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Alone, alone
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A month is a calendar
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A year can be a decade spent
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Alone
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He knows "hello" in eighteen languages
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"I love you" in only one
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By the time he's got his phrase-book
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The chance is usually gone
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And we feel ourselves quite prepared
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But quite prepared for what
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We always took the lead
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Before we actually knew the plot
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And you can tell where we've been shopping
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By the bags beneath our eyes
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Make-up shoulders burden
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But the smile never lies
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We could be ex-husband
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We could be ex-wife
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But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
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Alone, alone
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Half an hour is seven hours
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One day is several months
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Alone, alone
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A month is a calendar
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A year can be a decade spent
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Alone
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So empty at the airport
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You don't set off the doors
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We used to feel like chorus girls
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And now we feel like whores
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Hearts built like reservoirs
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Words built like dams
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Thoughts built like juggernauts
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Our actions built like prams
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And when the wind blows into our face
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We should be warmer and not colder
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Well, what price the charges
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On this cargo that we shoulder
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We could be ex-husband
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We could be ex-wife
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But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life
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Alone, alone
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Half an hour is seven hours
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One day is several months
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Alone, alone
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A month is a calendar
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A year can be a decade spent
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Alone
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And we only smoke when bored
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So we do two packs a day
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And we've lost the difference
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Between bored and lonely anyway
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Alone
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| The Beautiful South |
