Washed out in the stillness of the night
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She's left searching
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Once again love's promise has been broken
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And he snores indifferently to the rhythm of her breathing
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As she lights a cigarette and waits for morning
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Light years apart - they lie both together
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Like a child caught playing with matches
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She's been burned again by fire
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And she knows she's been betrayed by her own imagination
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The cigarette keeps burning as she curses her desire.
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Chorus:
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And she thinks
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She's the only one who's lonely
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And she wants the world to feel sorry
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And she's trapped
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Within her own self pity
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And she asks: will anybody love me.
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And on the radio an old song sings
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Suggesting that love is why we're living
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As she turns the station fast.
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She looks down at her lover
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A friend of a friend of a stranger
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As if his mouth might breathe an answer
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And she knows she's getting older
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The emptiness controls her
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And the smoke curls round her fingertips
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Like question marks in time
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The sun plays with the windows
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As the man wakes up beside her
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Silences are awkward as he reaches for his clothes
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And as he leaves
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She feels suspended, invaded and rejected
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The cigarette is ended
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That's how her story goes
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Repeat Chorus
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And on the radio a new song sings
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Suggesting that love is why we're living
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Ironically she laughs
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As she turns the station fast
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She's given up on giving
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Washed out in the stillness of the night
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She's left searching
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Questions marks in time
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Dan Hill |