Come and have a look, beside me
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A fine line of tears, part company.
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That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
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>From the first letter I got to this her Bill of Rights, part company.
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And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness
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Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company.
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That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
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Like mud in the September rain it comes, back to me.
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Part, part, I said part
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Part company, made he men disappear
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Cut my swathe and spread my fear.
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Before we'd met, I hadn't wiped my feet
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Seen myself naked or, part company.
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And I said it before, do I have to say it again
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A fine line of tears, part company.
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That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
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>From her first words to this, our last night.
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Part, part, she said part
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Part company, made her men disappear
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Cut my swathe and spread my fear.
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Part Company
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| The Go-Betweens |
