And if it rains all day
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Call on you, I'll call on you
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Like I used to
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Slide down beside and wrap you in stories
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Tailored entirely for you
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I'll remind you
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We exchanged a vow
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I love you, I always will
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(Ooh)
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A call girl with yesterday eyes
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Was our witness and priest
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Stockport supporters club kindly supplied us a choir
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Your vow was your smile
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As we move down the aisle
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Of the last bus home
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And this is where I go
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Just when it rains
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Blinking and stoned
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Rain in your hair
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You only smoke
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'Cause it's something to share
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Singing, "Bring on the night
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To have and to hold
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The sodium light turning silver to gold."
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Spitfire thin and strung like a violin, I was
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Yours was the face with a grace from a different age
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But you were the sun in my Sunday morning
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You were the sun in my Sunday morning
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Telling me never to go
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So I'll live on the smile
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And move down the aisle
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Of the last bus home
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And if you're running late
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This is where I'll go
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Know I'll always wait
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Great Expectations
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| Elbow |
