| When she blows the candle flame to smoke
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| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
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| And Monday she’ll go down town and standing naked in the road
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| You may know what I am but who I am you don’t know
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| She’ll run across the mustard dust sand
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| And scream down the wind
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| And the sea is in a cold
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| Like when in holiday homes
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| And houses like sweets confectionary
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| Sandcastles and drinking wine
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| Hungry dinners perfectly timed
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| And mother and father glowing and young
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| Happy to be eachother together
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| When she blows the candle out
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| She goes to bed and lies and drags in through her head
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| The way that went the way of everyday
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| But tommorrow she’ll fly a plane
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| Over the fields where the houses arn’t built yet
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| She smiled sweetly across the room
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| Through the lunch time smoke
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| And I loved her for a second
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| And discarded the queen and I know
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| How sweetness turns to sour
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| And leaves they turn to brown
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| And then to earth and dust
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| And settle in this town
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| You get blown away
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| When she blows the candle flame to smoke
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| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes
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| And Monday she’ll go down town and standing naked in the road
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| You may know what I am but who I am you don’t know
|
| She’ll run across the mustard dust sand
|
| And scream down the wind
|
| And the sea is in a cold
|
| Like when in holiday homes
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| And houses like sweets confectionary
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| Sandcastles and drinking wine
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| Hungry dinners perfectly timed
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| She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke
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| And I loved her for a second
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| And discarded the queen and I know
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| When men are little boys again
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| And woman cruel step mothers of old
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| And this is the invention
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| The adeventure of my own
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| I get blown away… |