So this is where you live beneath your light bulb Behind the window and the landlord's faded chintz As I look out I wonder how I ever got here Another night another day thrown to the winds I got in this morning early And I haven't slept since two days ago I've got a long way still to travel in the morning And I ought to go I knew you better in the instant I first saw you I should have known there was no more just there and then 'Cause talking easily and waiting for the waiter It was clear we'd never meet to talk again And the waiter never showed But we talked on as if we had something to prove I've got a lot of ground to cover in the morning And I ought to move If I stayed it wouldn't make things any better A few more hours wouldn't tell you who I am And I'd only have to try and leave you sleeping Pick my way between the wardrobe and the gram And try not to turn and look back As I push the loose doorhandle down slow I've got a long way still to travel in the morning And I ought to go
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