The smiles as she walked in the room
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Have all turned into frowns
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Am I to quick to assume
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That the love is no longer in bloom?
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The tantrums and the tears
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Play a very different tune
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To what they did before
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Her heads red raw
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And the ending doesn't sound like
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The happiest around
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When you sobbed before
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It felt much more
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Like the product of a squabble
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Now there's reason for it
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To be something more
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And there would be
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Oh, it's uncertain
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Whether the curtain has shut for good
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she said "see if it's still raining
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I'm not dressed for it
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And if you loved me"
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I interrupted
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Received a scowl and stare
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Still decided to stop her there
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Would it be outrageous to say
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We're either shouting or we're shagging
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Docked in tempestuous bays
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Or at least that's how it felt yesterday
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The eyes are getting heavier
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And whether you're asleep or awake
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Is a mystery
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Would a kiss be too much to ask?
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When you fit me
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Like Sunday's frozen pitch
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Fits the thermos flask
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It's a pity
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It's just hit me, we can't go back
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To the chest touching on the back
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Too Much To Ask
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