Someones knocking in the Distance
But Im deaf and blind
Shes not expected home this evening
So I leave the world behind
for the
The
Yes shed give you a twirl
But she vanishes from my world
So burn my letters and youd better leave
Just one pint a day
The whole streets talking about my
White shirts looking so grey
People gossip on the doorstep
Think they know the score
Shes giving him the runaround
The man from number four
Has a
a
Yes shed give you a twirl
But she vanishes from my world
Yes the paint is peeling and my
Garden is overgrown
I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone
When shes here it makes up for the time shes
not and its all forgotten
But when she goes Im putting on the pose for
the
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