(Difford/Tilbrook)
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WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
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Pacing through the flickering light
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A velvet patch upon his eye
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His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
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As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
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But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
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What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure
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Francesca lays across the couch
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They fight with words from mouth to mouth
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And then with handfuls of her flesh
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See how the zipper broke off of her dress
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Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
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The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love
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The porchlight, the torchlight
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The frosted morning lawn
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The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
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On the tale of what the butler saw
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He kept his world all to himself
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And locked it tight inside his belt
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But she preferred his belt undone
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She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
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He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
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The butler still fetches and carries for him
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The butler dragged down to the lake
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Francesca's body in a cape
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No private eye was gonna trace this
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The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
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The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
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The butler's up late with a cold in his eye
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The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
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The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
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On the tale of what the butler saw
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What the butler saw
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Squeeze |