(Roy Harper)
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The kettle's on
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The sun has gone
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Another day
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She offers me
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Tibetan Tea
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On a flower tray
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She's at the door
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She wants to score
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She dearly needs to say
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I loved you a long time ago, you know
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Where the winds on forget-me-nots blow
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But I just couldn't let myself go
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Not knowing what on earth there was to know
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But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad
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That I never had one of your children
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Then across the room
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Inside a tomb
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The chances waxed and wanes
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The night is young
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Why are we so hung up
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In each others' chains?
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I must take her
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And I must make her
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While the dove's domain
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And feel the juice run as she flies
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Run my wings under her sighs
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As the flames of eternity rise
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Two liquors with the first born
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Lash of dawn
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Oh really my dear
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I can't see what we fear
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Sat here with ourselves in between us
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And at the door
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We can't see more
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Than just another day
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And without a sound
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I turn around
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And I walk away
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Another Day
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Cocteau Twins |