There is a place
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Underneath the staircase
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Where I keep the evidence
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Of what once would offer peace
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In a deep blue velvet box filled with joy and pride
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Should I pick the locks?
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Should I peek inside?
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Can I stand the sight of those happy days?
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Should I strike a match, burn them all away?
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Cos you stole my bell
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And you broke my chime
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And the clock spins round but it won't keep time
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There are many lovely girls in this cold and loveless world
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But not one is the equal of you, heaven knows how much I love you (x2)
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So here we are
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But it's not quite like we thought
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Those things were priceless then
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Now I know they can't be bought
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In a deep blue velvet box fastened with a pin
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Should I lift the lid?
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Should I look within?
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Was it my last chance or my first mistake?
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Is it just a step that we'll never take?
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Cos you stole my bell
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And you broke my chime
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And the clock spins round but it won't keep time
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There are many lovely girls in this cold and loveless world
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But not one is the equal of you, heaven knows how much I love you (x3)
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You Stole My Bell
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| Elvis Costello |
