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The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day She offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower tray She's at the door, she's want's to score, she really needs
Fond affections are never said They're only sung in songs I never was naive enough to know when I was wrong There's no light at the end of it all Let
I first saw you You had on blue jeans Your eyes couldn't hide anything I saw you breathing, oh I saw you staring out in space I next saw you You was
It may be as you say, I'll admit But you don't sound convinced Between the surface you and the surface me You didn't touch me It may be as well that
On the floating, shipless, oceans I did all my best to smile 'Til your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving to your isle And you sang, "Sail to me
Your eyes are almost dead Can't get out of bed And you can't sleep You're sitting down to dress And you're a mess You look in the mirror You look in
