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Richard Thompson Semi Detached Mock Tudor

Well there's a house in an alley In the squats and low-rise Of a town with no future But that's where my future lies It's a secret, but no secret It

Oh trouble becomes you, it cuts you down to my size And you never were less than perfect in my eyes But I lost my way somehow For three hard winters

I keep my nose clean, I keep my speech plain I keep my promises, she twists the knife again I shut my memory, I close my eyes and then She takes another

Bathsheba smiles She smiles and veins turn to ice She smiles and heads bow down She works the room Air-kisses every victim twice She spreads her joy

This time you hurt me You really did it this time you did Did you count your fingers after shaking my hand God forbid Riff raff crawling from the slums

Only a misdirected dart At an unprotected heart I'm sure it happens every day Just a passing interlude A fresh face to change the mood I'll find my feet

When the spell is broken When the spell is broken How you ever gonna keep her now You can't cry if you don't know how When the spell is broken When the