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A certain man in a certain jacket
He was here again last night
I thought perhaps you might like to know
There was no-one with him
The glamorous brunette?
He came here to forget her
- Well, that's my theory
Cos he drank us out of whisky
Then we put him in a taxi
And sent him on his way
A certain man in a certain jacket
He was pouring out his heart
To Jenny at the bar
But when I asked her, she refused to tell me
A single thing he'd said
Cos it was confidential
And so I'm sorry
I didn't catch the story
But you might yet get lucky
If he's in again tonight
I suggest you take it slowly
He will probably need some time
But who knows what might then happen
Further down the line?
A certain man in a certain jacket
Has probably woken up
Feeling a little rough
You'd better hope he has not decided
That it's time to kick the booze
And never show his face round here again
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We were buried, early morning, by seven feet of snow
All the aeroplanes were grounded, and all the roads were closed
There was nothing left to do but to stay at home
Then your hand was on my shoulder, to stir me from a dream
Your flight was scheduled for departure, with no snow to be seen
I am running out of chances to keep you with me
How long 'til you're home this time?
And would it be the end of the world
Would it be the end of the world
Would it be the end of the world if you didn't take your flight?
Condensation on the window, I can see your breath
This isn't comfortable and yet enjoying what is left
Is all that I can do now you're packed and dressed
So I should drive you to the station to put you on a train
And I should stand there as you walk away from me again
Forgive me if I'd hoped we'd done the last of this
What is it that you have to do?
And would it be the end of the world
Would it be the end of the world
Would it be the end of the world if you didn't take your flight?
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Reasons
03:08
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It's dark, it's cold, I've had a long day and I'm not feeling up to it
I'm broke, yeah, and that's not a place I could ever afford to frequent
I know it's a pattern
And it isn't the first time
But I won't be joining you all out tonight
Still I've kind of not got past what happened at New Year
But I would rather not make a big scene with everyone there
I know that it's stupid
And I ought to draw a line
But I won't be joining you all out tonight
And besides I should really be drinking a bit less
It's no good for my health
And I have this book that I'm reading - it's too good to put it down
And with all my other reasons for not coming into town
I might as well read that
Don't worry I'll be fine
I won't be joining you all out tonight
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Moon balloon
Helium-filled, tied by a string
Moon balloon
Saviour of man, soother of toddler
Moon balloon
Shiny and round, somewhat extortionate
Moon balloon
You got what you wanted, you got what you wanted?
Moon balloon
Bribery device, outcome not guaranteed
Moon balloon
You turned down the sun, it's too late to grizzle now
Moon balloon
Take it or leave it: there's no alternative
Moon balloon
You got what you wanted, you got what you wanted
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