Nothing came under
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The rays remained in the sun that day
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And life isn't full of surprises
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You think you could steal in
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Pop over the wall in the middle of the night
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Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes
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And into that cool blue
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You're not even dipping your toe
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I find this bed too big now
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It's like those people you see on the way to work
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Stuck in an endless queue of traffic
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Each one in their own individual car
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Half of them coming from the same place
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Going to the same place
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Going nowhere
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They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift
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Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars
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I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box
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No waste of space
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No force of empty wasted space for your body to create its dent in
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I miss your back
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You're back, how are you?
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What are you up to? Getting on okay?
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Fuck off
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Eighteen months ago they moved in here
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The scrap metal dealer to one side
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And divorced violinist to the other
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Each morning we'd wake to the same chorus
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Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete
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Accompanied by Ravel's Bolero
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At first this was the best sound we'd ever heard
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Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear
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Shove a red hot poker up my nose
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Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass
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Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick
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Rip my fingernails off
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The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all
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It was that dream again, when I was on the table
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There was bright lights, and Laurence Olivier out of 'The Marathon Man' staring down at me
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As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater
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And the shirt and the vest peeled
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And said "Did something die in here?"
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So, whose bed you been sleeping in then?
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Some poncey arsehole I'll bet
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I can see you there
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And it fucking hurts
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God, I want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast
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Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on
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Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed
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And have those chats I miss so much
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Another coffee? Cigarette?
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Fancy going to the pub later
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God, it's good to see you
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You always cheer me up
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