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at eight o`clock we said goodbye
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that`s when I left her house for mine
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she said that she`d be staying in
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well she had to be at work by nine
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so I get home and have a bath
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and let an hour or two pass
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drifting in front of my T.V
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when a film comes on that she wants to see
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chorus
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it`s monday morning 5:19
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and I`m still wondering where she`s been
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cos everytime I try to call
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I just get her machine
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and now it`s almost six a.m
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and I don`t want to try again
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cos if she`s still not back
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then this must be the end
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at first I guess she`s gone to get
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herself a pack of cigarettes
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a pint of milk,food for the cat
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but it`s midnight now and she`s still not back
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chorus
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at half past two I picture her
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in the back of someone else`s car
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he runs his fingers through her hair
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oh you shouldn`t let him touch you there
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chorus
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Monday morning 5.19
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| Rialto |
