| When that builder cups his hand to other builder’s ear
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| It doesn’t happen often: maybe once or twice a year
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| That compliment from you, my precious dear
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| Would creep up unexpectedly, then disappear
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| First time we caught each other’s eye was at the bottle bank
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| Dropping off three times the amount our partners knew we drank
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| When did that bottle of plonk turn into walking plank?
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| When did that Chenin blanc turn to blank?
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| We took the shine out the sun, blew the clouds out the sky
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| Took the wind and the rain and the frost
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| Just inches below us, the river runs dry
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| And the love that once took us across
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| The kiss we exchanged that built us a bridge
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| Has sunk to its knees in the sand
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| The petals and sticks we dropped from the ridge
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| Have gone with the ring from your hand
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| Where’s the passion when we’re both stood in our socks?
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| When did Marvin’s «Get It On» get put back in the box?
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| When did being daring begin to shock?
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| When did wearing miniskirts turn into wearing our frocks?
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| Who’s the brains in this relationship? |
| We’re both in red kagoules
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| How could life be quite so dull with so many golden rules?
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| Who’s the brains in this relationship when we’re both in red kagoules?
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| We went and cracked the safe, but lost the jewels
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| We took the shine out the sun, blew the clouds out the sky
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| Took the wind and the rain and the frost
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| Just inches below us, the river runs dry
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| And the love that once took us across
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| The kiss we exchanged that built us a bridge
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| Has sunk to its knees in the sand
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| The petals and sticks we dropped from the ridge
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| Have gone with the ring from your hand
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| Now I look out the window from the end of the bed
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| And the moon shines so clearly above
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| Looking down at my children and patting their heads
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| Whisper, «God luck sure looks after love»
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| But moonlight through keyhole, starlight through crack
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| Is all the light we’ll likely see
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| And till death I depart, or your mummy comes back
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| No person casts shadow on me
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| We took the shine out the sun, blew the clouds out the sky
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| Took the wind and the rain and the frost
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| Just inches below us, the river runs dry
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| And the love that once took us across
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| The kiss we exchanged that built us a bridge
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| Has sunk to its knees in the sand
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| The petals and sticks we dropped from the ridge
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| Have gone with the ring from your hand |