LYRIC

Lift up your aching blue head
You are alone in your new bed

Don't follow him today
if you do, he'll walk away
Now I'm not in the way
I

Wash your face, do your make-up
Open the fridge and fill your cup

Don't go down there tonight
You will be out all night
Arid I am out of sight
I

At eight o'clock you will be
Thirty thousand feet above the sea

There is a photograph
Someone has cut in half
Now I can only laugh
I

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