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I was in a sleeping dream |
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When a policeman brought my mother home |
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By the window i didn't scream |
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I was too old for that |
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I was in a drunken dream |
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The pubs were closed |
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It was three o'clock |
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At the bottom of the street it seemed |
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There was a policeman lost in the fog |
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I understand but i don't see it |
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I understand but i don't see it |
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I understand but i don't read it |
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Futures and pasts |
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You can cry for your lost childhood |
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Will you cry for our lost childhoods? |
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But remember how you hated it |
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And worse cause you couldn't state it? |
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And it's time for the note, see it |
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And it's time for the note, say it |
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And it's time for the note, read it |
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Futures and pasts |
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Look at the woman of thirty-nine |
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Look at the man of forty-nine |
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You can read their lousy lives |
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You can see their ugly face lines |
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They understand but they don't see it |
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They understand but they don't see it |
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I understand but i don't read it |
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Futures and pasts |
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I understand but i don't see it |
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I understand but i don't see it |
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I understand but i don't read it |
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Futures and pasts |
