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November 14, 2010
Monday Morning 5:19
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At eight o'clock we said goodbye
That's when I left her house for mine
She said that she'd be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I get home and have a bath
And let an hour or two pass
Drifting in front of my TV
When a film comes on that she wants to see
*It's Monday morning 5.19
And I'm still wondering where she's been
Cause every time I try to call
I just get her machine
And now it's almost 6 a.m.
And I don't want to try again
Cause if she's still not back*
And then this must be the end
At first I guess she's gone to get
Herself a pack of cigarettes
A pint of milk, food for the cat
But it's midnight now and she's still not back
Repeat*
Cause if she's still not back that heaven knows, what then, is this the end?
At half past two I picture her
In the back of someone else's car
He runs his fingers through her hair
Oh, you shouldn't let him touch you there
Repeat*
Cause if she's still not back that heaven knows, what then, is this the end?
Rialto
Posted by administrator at November 14, 2010 09:39 AM
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