(Difford/Tilbrook)
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He's taking her away
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He's acting like a general
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Generally his game is so familiar
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He wants her to play
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With a toaster and a kettle
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While he spends his day
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Miles from the prisoner
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She reads the stars he reads the sun
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No wonder his IQ is below 21
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He's helping her to see
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How happy she is looking
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Take it that he'll be
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No icing on her cake
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O how happy she would be
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If someone did the cooking
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He's helping her to see
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How a marriage can be baked
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Baked like a cake but without the file
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The tool that she needs to make her life worthwhile
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She's not a prisoner alone doing time
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To love and to cherish for all of her life
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To have and to hold, to lock up inside
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What can this man know about her heart
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To love, ¡®til death do us part
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He's looking everywhere
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She is nowhere to be found
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And suddenly he cares
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His dinner's looking burnt
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There's a smell in the air
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There's a prisoner in town,
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He sits down in his chair
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His face fills with concern
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Concerned that he might not eat tonight
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She's broken out of jail and run for her life
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The Prisoner
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