I must have left my house at eight because I always do my train,
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I'm certain left the station just when it was due
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I must have read the morningpaper, going into town and having gotten through the editorial no doubt
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I must have frowned
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I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
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With letters to be read and heaps of paper waiting to be signed
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I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so the usual place, the usual
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Bunch and still on top of this I'm pretty sure
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It must have rained the day before you came
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I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
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And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
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I must have kept on dragging
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Through the business of the day and without really knowing anything I hid
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A part of me away at five I must have left there's no exception to the rule
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A matter of routine I've done it ever since
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I finished school the train back home again undoubtedly
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I must have read the evening paper then
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Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame the day before you came
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I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
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And stopped along the way to buy some chinese food to go
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I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on tv there's not,
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I think, a single episode of dallas that I didn't see
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I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
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I need a lot of sleep and so I like to be in bed by then
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I must have read a while the latest one by marilyn french or something in that style
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It's funny but I had no sense of living without aim
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The day before you came
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And turning out the light
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I must have yawned and cuddled up to yet another night
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And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
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The day before you came
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The Day Before You Came
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| Tanita Tikaram |
