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Mrs. Jones and I were dreaming of the moon |
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On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud |
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And the mirage of a suburb in the rain |
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On a train and drifting down |
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Oh, Miss Lloyd, your smiling eyes are in my mind |
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Holidays and nights away and quieter times |
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What's in the game that we both play |
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Walking our dogs in the rain? Anyway, anyway |
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And we think about the things that we have done |
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What our love's become as we drift down |
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And our glowing eyes are filled with silent rooms |
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Alleyways and evenings that we found |
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And it's a five day morning |
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Here as I am in the rain |
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And I don't know if I'll see you again |
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Again, again, again, again |
