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So I invited them back to mine (and what had been hers)
With a couple of bottles of German Riesling
As I didn’t wanna be sat alone, future uncertain
Watching Match of The Day, three parts pi**ed and crying.
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When I opened the door by the living room/kitchen
My real meaning for living and I had once shared
I was suddenly struck by the depressing existence
Of long nights with Lineker (trying to make out that he cares)
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“Is that you babe?” Rang out from the cause of it all
“I forgot you was down the underground when I called”
As me and the chaps stood (staggering) in shock in the hall
“Bleeding phone keeps braking up, good job it weren’t important”.