You’ll know when romance is dead
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Your make up in a toolbox somewhere in the shed
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His face is unshaven, the grass overgrown
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From the shed to the bed is a web you call home
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You’ll know when romance is dead
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That deathly cold blast from his side of the bed
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Your dreams frozen over, your nightmares on ice
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From the bedroom to the bathroom you say
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everything twice (everything twice)
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And you’ll know when romance is dead
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You’ll burst into tears at each record that’s played
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He sits in the sun, you sulk in the shade
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You’ll know when love starts to fade
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You’ll know when romance is dead
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From the brambles and thorns growing out of your head
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Whenever you touch her she tuts or she sighs
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One kiss goodnight and she’s rolling her eyes
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And you’ll know when love starts to fade
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That balancing act is no longer made
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Like penny stacked high in amusement arcade
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It’s not what you’re worth it’s the way that you’re laid
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Yes you’ll know when love starts to fade
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Like you knew when romance was alive
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Each couple you passed they’d smile and high five
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Like you’ll know when love’s back on track
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Uncontrollable laugh at each joke that you crack
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Giggle and cackle and throw her head back
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Her mouth is still smiling, her veins turning black
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Her head is elastic but her neck is all slack
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You’ll know when love’s on the rocks
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You wearing headphones, him vest and socks
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You’ll know when love’s on the slide
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Whenever you’re talking, the kids go outside
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You’ll know when romance is dead
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When the look that you get is as hard as the bread
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You open your mouth but your stories are stale
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From front door to back door it’s blowing a gale
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You’ll know when love starts to fade
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When Romance Is Dead
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| The Beautiful South |
