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(difford/tilbrook) |
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I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste |
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A flannel for my face |
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Pyjamas, a hairbrush |
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New shoes and a case |
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I said to my reflection |
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Let's get out of this place |
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Past the church and the steeple |
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The laundry on the hill |
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Billboards and the buildings |
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Memories of it still |
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Keep calling and calling |
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But forget it all |
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I know i will |
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Tempted by the fruit of another |
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Tempted but the truth is discovered |
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What's been going on |
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Now that you have gone |
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There's no other |
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Tempted by the fruit of another |
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Tempted but the truth is discovered |
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I'm at the car park, the airport |
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The baggage carousel |
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The people keep on crowding |
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I'm wishing i was well |
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I said it's no occasion |
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It's no story i could tell |
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At my bedside empty pocket |
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A foot without a sock |
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Your body gets much closer |
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I fumble for the clock |
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Alarmed by the seduction |
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I wish that it would stop |
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I bought a novel, some perfume |
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A fortune all for you |
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But it's not my conscience |
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That hates to be untrue |
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I asked of my reflection |
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Tell me what is there to do |
