(McCartney/MacManus)
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She was counting out the window of the outbound train
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All the poles of the telegraph
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And the rock-a-bye rhythm in the song of the rails
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Couldn't make the sweeper laugh
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Down down down so deep
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Down down drowning in his sleep
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Tommy's coming home again
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And a hawk hovered high above a skinny jackrabbit
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Pursued by a hungry fox
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And a broker awoke her from a fitful slumber
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Then consulted his shares and his stocks
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Down down down they go
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Down down how he'll never know
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Tommy's coming home again
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And it's almost April Fools' Day
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As he glanced on his paper looking through the veil (?)
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He could see she was really upset
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As she tucked back the ribbon in a velvet box
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As he offered her a cigarette
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Down down down she took a drag
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Now he's covered in a flag
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Tommy's coming home again
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And it's almost April Fools' Day
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Almost April Fools' Day
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And the joke's on everyone
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He had that premonition
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Only dead men dwell upon
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But how could he know that only twelve months later
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She would wear her skirt up over her knee
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And in the very same carriage she'd be flattened with roses
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And forget the tears of bigotry (?)
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Down down down they flow
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Now now now it just don't matter anymore
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Tommy made it home again
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When it was almost April Fools' Day
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Almost April Fools' Day
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And the joke's on everyone
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He had that premonition
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Only dead men dwell upon
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Tommy's coming home again
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Tommy's coming home again
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Tommy's coming home
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Tommy's Coming Home
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| Elvis Costello |
