By the time the guests arrive
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Ooo, already it was dark outside
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Tables set with china dishes
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We're welcomed in with tiny kisses
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What's her name; I don't remember
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Isn't that the famous author
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Harry's gonna get some appetizers
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Well, he's keeping out of range of small arms fire
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Dina has a phone; she says it's working
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Now she's crawling on the floor, across the kitchen
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Something I should tell you,
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But we are never alone
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Tanks outside the bedroom window
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We'll be okay with the curtain closed
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The guests are fine behind the sofa
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It's much too late, they should not go home
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Something I should tell you,
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But we are never alone
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Up by dawn, already morning
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I ask myself what is going on
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Some tender words and sidelong glances
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Are you okay, have you lived here long?
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Underneath the stairway,
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Somebody's changing her clothes
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Sweaters and a t-shirt,
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Silk dresses cover the floor
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Sit down by my side
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Take my overcoat
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When will we get out
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Maybe we will soon
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Some of us losing it
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Some of us breaking down
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Some of us speaking out
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Used to it now
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Something I should tell you,
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But we are never alone
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There's something I should tell you,
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And I've been waiting so long
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When it's over with, going our separate ways
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How about you and me;
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Dinner for two
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Dinner For Two
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St. Vincent |