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Nothing came under 
The rays remained in the sun that day 
And life isn't full of surprises 
You think you could steal in 
Pop over the wall in the middle of the night 
Climb out of those heavy boots and clothes 
And into that cool blue 
You're not even dipping your toe  
I find this bed too big now 
It's like those people you see on the way to work 
Stuck in an endless queue of traffic 
Each one in their own individual car 
Half of them coming from the same place 
Going to the same place 
Going nowhere 
They could quarter the amount of cars by sharing a lift 
Go on the bus, wipe out all the cars 
I should rid myself of this bed, get myself a cardboard box 
No waste of space 
No force of empty wasted space for your body to create its dent in 
I miss your back 
You're back, how are you? 
What are you up to? Getting on okay? 
Fuck off  
Eighteen months ago they moved in here 
The scrap metal dealer to one side 
And divorced violinist to the other 
Each morning we'd wake to the same chorus 
Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the concrete 
Accompanied by Ravel's Bolero 
At first this was the best sound we'd ever heard  
Hammer a six inch nail into my right ear 
Shove a red hot poker up my nose 
Make me walk on hot coals and broken glass 
Gouge out my eyes with a cocktail stick 
Rip my fingernails off 
The pain would be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all  
It was that dream again, when I was on the table 
There was bright lights, and Laurence Olivier out of 'The Marathon Man' staring down at me 
As they unbuttoned my coat and unravelled my sweater 
And the shirt and the vest peeled 
And said "Did something die in here?"  
So, whose bed you been sleeping in then? 
Some poncey arsehole I'll bet 
I can see you there 
And it fucking hurts 
God, I want to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast 
Run down the corner shop without my undies or socks on 
Make some fresh coffee, hop back into your warm bed 
And have those chats I miss so much 
Another coffee? Cigarette? 
Fancy going to the pub later 
God, it's good to see you 
You always cheer me up