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(brooker / reid) |
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Though i know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea |
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I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary |
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And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand |
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I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand |
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Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears |
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And for once i stood quite naked. unashamed, i wept the tears |
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Which i tried to hide inside myself from me, i mean from you |
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But the shame i found too painful and the pain it only grew |
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Magdalene, my regal zonophone |