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(difford/tilbrook) |
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Today is none of our concern |
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That rewarding cigarette |
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That burns slowly by the bed |
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Fills the room with mystery |
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The apple ripens on the tree |
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That protected seal of love |
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Broken by the flame of fun |
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Lying back with exodus |
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In the arms of lovers trust |
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That romantic dance of light |
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From the curtain broken night |
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Shadows fall on mystery |
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Love has ripened here for me |
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Stubbing out the cigarette |
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I see the clothes beside the bed |
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As the half light of the day |
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Pulls the sheet up once again |
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As the phone hangs by the cord |
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As the streets begin to fill |
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There's no distance anymore |
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There's no wanting when you will |
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Will be sleeping through the day |
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As the world around us turns |
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As the phone hangs by the cord |
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Today is none of our concern |