I Get Home Late But I Can't Sleep,
No Message On My Machine, The Red Light Eyes Me Knowingly.
And From The Note Left On My Door I Know That I Shouldn't
Call - You Won't Be Home Tonight At All.

'Cos When I Read Between The Lines,
Pictures Of You Hi-jack My Mind.
I Don't Know Where You're Going But I Know You're Wearing
Your Make-up - Lipstick Letters Always Say Too Much.

Sit And Watch The Cars Go By With A Cheap Bottle Of
Wine, But It Doesn't Help To Pass The Time.
I Don't Know How Far We Fell,
I Don't Know If This Is Hell, But I Can Hear The Funeral Bells.

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Raking Through The Old Fag-ends Of Forgotten Conversations
- They're Burning On My Lips Again.
And From The Note Left On My Door,
I Know That I Should Have Called - You Won't Be Coming Home At All.

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