I turned on a T.V. station and
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Lip-read with the sound turned down
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It was Pro-Celeb mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
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With Esther Rantzen
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Playing the one who's drowned
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In a room next door a couple is fighting
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But isn't that just one of love's charms
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When moods change as fast as lightning
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And fifteen minutes later you're
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Lying in each other's arms
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And you're gone
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They say that it's better to have loved and lost
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Than never to have loved at all
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But if you sit down and count the cost of
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All those losses
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There's no profit at all
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This city gets crazy at Christmas
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Glitter guards the crucifix all over the place
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Its head gets too big for its body
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And its mouth gets
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Too big for its face
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And you're gone
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Never throw away an old newspaper
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Everyday's rich with its current accounts
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Prince visits Philippines and parliament debates it
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Back page, column five
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Somebody's wedding's announced
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Sunday night's the night for loving
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And squeezing out the weekend's last drops
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Sunday night's the night for forgiving
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maybe that's why
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They shut the shops
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And you're gone
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One day you wake up
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And all the pain you've given out gets returned
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But I'm not sorry now
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I've payed for what I've learned
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And you're gone
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I turned on a T.V. station and
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Lip-read with the sound turned down
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It was the Church of Christ playing the Price Is Right
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Where everybody starves
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While Leslie Crowther counts.
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You're Gone
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| Del Amitri |
