Not a soul was stirring
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Not a bird was singing, at least not within my hearing
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I was five minutes past caring
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Standing in the road just staring
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Thought I heard somebody pleading
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I thought I heard someone apologise
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Some fell down weeping
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Others shook their fists up at the skies
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And those who were left
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Seemed to be wearing disguises
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Now there's a queen in waiting
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Not enough loving and too much hating
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For the prince hidden within her man
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Always seems to be hesitating
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He said, "Let her go, let her go, God bless her"
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"She hasn't been gone long enough for me to miss her"
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"Except every minute of every hour of every day when I wish I could possess her"
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40 days passed by
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40 alibis
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So carry on... that way
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And in time... you'll pay
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But we'll all be together
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Come Ascension Day
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Not a hound was howling
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Or whimpering or prowling
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Now the wind had departed
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Not a leaf was hanging on the tree like when it started
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But I know they will return
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Like they've never gone away
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Come Ascension Day
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Ascension Day
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| Elvis Costello |
