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[Begin softly, and build to a slow crescendo throughout]
She left on a Monday,
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She s a siren down the road
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In your herringbone overcoat
That you don t expect to get back
And it s an ordinary sky
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Today s like any other day
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When all of the aeroplanes
Write her name in the clouds
And nothing s wrong
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But it s already Sunday
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And you know just how Sunday
Was the day that she would come around
Go to her, foolish man
What s the use of having pride if you don t have her?
She ll endure all she can
C (let ring)
But you could make this ease your own hurt
It s all like sinking
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You re trying to stay afloat
Like a wind-blown paper boat
Over uncharted seas
There s no question why
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You re driving to kill some time
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Racing the powerlines
Back into town
Go to her, foolish man
What s the use of having pride if you don t have her?
She ll endure all she can
But you could make this ease your own hurt
Go to her, foolish man
What s the use of having pride if you don t have her?
She ll endure all she can
But you could make this ease your own hurt
Make this ease your own hurt
Make this ease your own hurt
Make this ease your own hurt
