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Folding clothes in separate piles |
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Across our bed and on the side |
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We say goodbye and then she sighs |
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And falls asleep while we wait for her ride |
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She left her clarinet and poem |
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Not that she'll need it where she's gone |
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Cus she'll go and then she'll come |
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With just the necessary ones |
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Take the wardrobe, leave the trees |
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Beanbag stays and the books will leave |
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The telephone won't replicate |
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She wakes up early, I wake up late |
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She left her clarinet and poem |
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Not that she'll need it where she's gone |
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Cus she'll go and then she'll come |
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With just the necessary ones |
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Need to say despite the favours |
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Our grass is longer than our neighbours' |
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And the weeks are slowing, you're away |
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And I watch too much TV today |
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She left her clarinet and poem |
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Not that she'll need it where she's gone |
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Cus she'll go and then she'll come |
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With just the necessary ones |
