I got myself a mortgage,
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It didn't save the marriage.
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We weren't insureed,
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Insured against breakage.
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If you believe in orphans
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There's still a chance for love.
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(The hand that warms you also harms you)
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Pick me up in pieces,
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I'm scattered and broken,
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Slow, slow music.
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Pick me up in pieces,
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I'm scattered and broken,
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Slow, slow music.
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By the time I was 16,
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I knew the names of the planets,
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Stayed away from the doorstep,
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Was frightened of milk-bottles.
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If you believe in orphans
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There's still a chance for love.
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(The hand that warms you also harms you)
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I know I'm not an orphan
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But I believe in love.
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(The hand that holds you also scolds you)
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chorus
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So! don't wake the children,
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Leave them in bed.
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In the land o the dreamless,
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They're better off dead.
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If you believe in orphans
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There's still a chance for love.
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(The hand that warms you also harms you)
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I know I'm not an orphan
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But I believe in love.
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(The hand that holds you also scolds you)
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chorus
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Slow Slow Music
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The Go-Betweens |