| Love descended in the water
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| In the breaking of the mother-daughter
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| Father-son and lines of genes
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| Rip and crease and keep things clean
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| In the teeth and in the tether
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| In the backwards-beating weather
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| To the endpoint, to the hollow
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| Two loves' labours lost in colour
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| Lost in dreams and crumpled pride
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| The night my piano upped and died, died, died
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| Love came down for many years
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| And lost her teeth with raindrop tears
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| Swelled her woodwork, pushed her pedals
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| She went home without a medal
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| She went down down, all the way
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| Now she plays an alleway
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| Now she cuts her shape with debt
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| And now she’s past it, past her best
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| Lost in dreams and crumpled pride
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| The night my piano upped and died, died, died
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| Now she’s past and all alone
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| She laughs a drainpipe down the phone
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| Somewhere in the distant nether
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| I can hear her off the tether
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| Off the hook of ones and twos
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| Now she really sings the blues
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| Now she dances at a mess
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| Now she has a right old gas
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| Lost in dreams and crumpled pride
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| The night my piano upped and died, died, died |