| You went looking for nur, dear,
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| Down by the sea
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| You found some Iittle silver fish
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| But you didn’t find me I was hiding, dear, hiding all way
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| I was hiding, dear, hiding all way
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| You went to the museum
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| You climbed a spiral stair
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| You searched for me all among
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| The knowledgeable air
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| I was hidden, babe, hiding all away
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| I was hidden, dear, hiding all away
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| You entered the cathedral
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| When you heard the solemn knell
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| I was not sitting with the gargoyles
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| I was not swinging from the hell
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| I was hiding, dear, I was hiding all away
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| I was hiding, dear, I was hiding all away
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| You asked an electrician
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| If he’d seen me round his place
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| He touched you with his fingers
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| Sent sparks zapping out your face
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| I was hidden, dear, hiding all away
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| I was not there, dear, hiding all away
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| You went and asked your doctor
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| To get some advice
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| He shot you full of Pethidine
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| And then he billed you twice
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| But I was hiding, dear, hiding all away
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| But I was hiding, dear, hiding all away
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| You approached a high court judge
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| You thought he’d be on the level
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| He wrapped a rag around your face
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| And beat you with his gavel
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| I was hiding, habe, hiding all away
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| I was hidden, dem, hiding all away
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| You asked at the local constabulary
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| They said, he’s up to his same old tricks
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| They leered at you with their baby blues
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| And rubbed jelly on their sticks
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| I had to get out of there, babe, hiding all away
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| I had to get out of there, dear, hiding all away
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| You searched through all my poets
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| From Sappho through to Auden
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| I saw the book fall from your hands
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| As you slowly died of boredom
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| I had been there, dear,
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| but I was not there anymore
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| I had been there, now I’m hiding all way
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| You walked into the ball of fame
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| And approached my imitators
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| Some were stuffing their faces with caviar
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| Some were eating cold potatoes
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| I was hiding, dear, hiding all away
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| I was hiding, dear, hiding all away
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| You asked a famous cook if he’d seen me He opened his oven wide
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| He basted you with butter, babe
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| And made you crawl inside
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| I was not in there, dear, hiding all away
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| I was not in there, dear, hiding all away
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| You asked the butcher
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| Who lifted up his cleaver
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| Stuck his fist up your dress
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| Said he must’ve been mad to leave you
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| But I had to get away, dear, hiding all away
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| I had to get away, dear, I was hidden all away
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| Some of us we hide away
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| Some of us we don’t
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| Some will live to love another day
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| And some of us won’t
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| But we all know there is a law
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| And that law, it is love
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| And we all know there’s a war coming
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| Coming from above
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| There is a war coming
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| There is a war coming |