| And there will come a time
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| When the will have been time
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| For the will to define Mr Quin
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| In the meantime let’s not
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| Worry whether the plot
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| Turns out well, turns out ill
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| Mr Quin
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| For today you’re alive
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| And feel you’ll never die
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| It may never arrive
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| Mr Quin
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| Until then everything
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| Is so strange, Mr Quin
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| Live each day, live each love
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| As it comes
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| Bright day, endless night
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| And the cry of the owl
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| Secret hollow, an expensive place to die
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| So goodbye Mr Quin
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| We are strangers on a train
|
| And the mirror is now cracked
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| From side to side
|
| And there will come a time
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| When the world in your mind
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| Will have known in its bones
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| Mr Quin
|
| Until then everything
|
| Could be pork, could be string
|
| Live each day, love each love
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| As it comes
|
| In the main everything
|
| Is so strange, Mr Quin
|
| Live each day, love each love
|
| As she comes
|
| Double clue, wooden words
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| Endless night, passing birds
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| Paperchase, king of clubs
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| Rush to die
|
| Bright day, endless night
|
| And the cry of the owl
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| Twinkle twinkle
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| You are sinking, little spy
|
| Double clue, wooden words
|
| Endless night, passing birds
|
| Paperchase, king of clubs
|
| Mr Quin
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| The Italian nobleman, polonium 210
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| Twinkle twinkle, Mickey Mouse
|
| Mr Quin
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| Bright day, endless night
|
| And the cry of the owl
|
| Secret hollow, an expensive place to die
|
| But goodbye Mr Quin
|
| We are strangers on a train
|
| And the mirror starts to crack
|
| From side to side
|
| Bright day, endless night
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| And the cry of the owl |