She asked me to work on that knot
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Now I've been at that
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Coalface some time
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I've been trying to untie that knot
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I'm trying to work it to a soft spot
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And lie there a while
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Just south of her shoulder
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And west of her spine
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Now you'd think that I could
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Untie that knot
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I'm the one who put it there in
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The first place
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But it's like trying to remember
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Where you've buried treasure
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Well I've a vague idea
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But it was under the pale moon light
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And I was south of her shoulder
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And west of her spine
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Sometimes early in the morning
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I watch her breathing rise and fall
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I've spilled in drunk beside her
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In the stillness of dawn
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See how her hair spills over
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Like frayed ends of twine
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All wild and wrapped around her
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Like these wandering arms of mine
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Well I hope they find a soft spot
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Where I can lie for a while
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Just south of her shoulder
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And west of her spine
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Now careful not to wake her
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I trace back along the twine
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To where her never endings sing
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Of too much of my time
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It's here I'll rest my chin
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And breathe her deep and smile
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For I think I've found a soft spot
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and I'll lie here a while
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It's here I'll raise my flag
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And claim this land as mine
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Just south of her shoulder
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West Of Her Spine
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| Bell X1 |
