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Godley-Creme |
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Your life is over (so is mine) |
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You've been seen, floating down the river |
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Round the river bend |
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You've been seen with someone else |
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Lately I've been told |
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Funny how that kind of news |
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Can somehow leave you cold |
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No bones were broken (but give it time) |
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I'll be found, floating down the river |
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With the matchwood...the driftwood...and Harry the horse |
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Knifed in the back in the revolving doors |
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All those words of love unspoken |
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Lying tongue tied and frozen |
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Choking back these lines |
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It's cool, cool, cool in the morning |
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And it's cool, cool, cool at night |
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It's cool, cool, cool in the evening, yeh |
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It's cool, cool, cool at....... |
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Daylight is over, night time is on its way |
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Like a cat on a hot tin roof |
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Like a mouse on the run from the owl |
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When you're caught like a rat |
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In the empty top hat of the night |
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Even shadows have shadows |
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And a long silhouette |
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All the black notes of pianos |
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Play a strange cadenza |
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(It's not a good omen when your goldfish commits suicide) |
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PART THREE |