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Nothing under
The rays in the sun that day
And life full of surprises
You think you could in
Pop over the in the middle of the night
Climb out of heavy boots and clothes
And into cool blue
You're not even your toe
I this bed too big now
It's like those you see on the way to work
Stuck in an endless queue of
one in their own individual car
Half of them coming the same place
to the same place
Going
could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift
Go on the bus, wipe out all the
I should rid myself of bed, get myself a cardboard box
No of space
No force of empty wasted space for your body to create dent in
I miss your
back, how are you?
What are you up to? getting on
off

Eighteen months ago they in here
The scrap dealer to one side
And divorced violinist to the
Each we'd wake to the same chorus
Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the
Accompanied by bolero
At first this was the sound we'd ever heard

Hammer a six inch into my right ear
Shove a red hot poker up my
Make me on hot coals and broken glass
out my eyes with a cocktail stick
Rip my off
The pain would be so much easier than doing to me at all

It was that dream again, when I was on the
was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' staring down at me
As they my coat and unravelled my sweater
And the and the vest peeled
And "did something die in here? "

So, whose bed you been in then?
Some poncey arsehole bet
I can see you
And it fucking
God, I want to buy you bagels and cheese for breakfast
Run down the corner shop without my or socks on
Make some fresh coffee, hop into your warm bed
And have chats I miss so much
Another cigarette?
Fancy going to the pub
God, good to see you
You always me up