| You don’t need a lover in this climate
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| You don’t need a boyfriend in your bed
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| These days
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| Pull a blanket round you, baby
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| If you’re looking for an early grave
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| Mr Anderton will lead you to it
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| He says
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| Pull a blanket round you, baby
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| Some have said
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| I’d go now rather than wait
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| Just to sit and watch my days slip away
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| So surely
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| You don’t need a lover in this climate
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| You don’t need a boyfriend in your bed
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| These days
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| Pull a blanket round you, babe
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| Jesus said
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| Jesus said to Mary
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| Lord, the things we do for love
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| Well, do think I seem self conscious
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| It’s only you I’m thinking of
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| Well I was hiding in the bathroom
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| Quite unable to cry
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| Now I’m weeping with a vengeance
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| Since your voice came down the line
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| I moved up from the country
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| Though I never could have stayed
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| I just dipped my hand in the water
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| And got carried away
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| Well would you put me down
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| Just for being around
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| At the wrong time of day?
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| Or would you leave me while I’m sleeping
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| Out through the fire escape?
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| They tell me swans do fly
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| Across a perfect sky
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| And it’s a purist’s sky tonight
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| So you’ll desert me in the morning
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| On account of your cruelty and spite
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| I moved up from the country
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| To wave goodbye to all that
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| I just leapt up on that riverboat
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| And I never will look back
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| Jesus said to Mary
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| Lord, the things we do for love
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| Well, did she think he was self conscious
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| It was only her he was thinking of
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| Well I was hiding in the bathroom
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| Quite unable to cry
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| Now I’m weeping with a vengeance
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| But these are tears of joy, oh my
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| I moved up from the country
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| Though I never could have stayed
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| I just dipped my hand in the water
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| And got carried away |