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The washing machine needs fixin' here |
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It's early dark this time of year |
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It's small and cold, I'm hiding in here |
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Behind orange drapes and wafer walls |
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I made a mess to make it feel like home |
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All the stuff I packed can't fill this hole |
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I'll conjure you up, you'll appear |
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It's ridiculous that you're not here |
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I'll bend Albert's law slightly |
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I'll say the magic word and you're beside me |
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Out on Crouch End hill, people passing through |
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I tried your phone and I bought dry shoes |
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The squelch of rubber soles on wet tar |
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There's too many steps from where you are |
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I'll conjure you up, you'll appear |
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It's ridiculous that you're not here |
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I'll bend Albert's law slightly |
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I'll say the magic word and you're beside me |
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I'll conjure you up, you'll appear |
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It's ridiculous that you're not here |
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I'll bend Albert's law slightly |
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I'll say the magic word 'til you're beside me |
