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You know the tin chime in the window
Is muted i suppose
It's amazing that i can think straight
Since you and i got old
Then phone rang and you moved closer
As we heaped up on the fire
And we dreamed of the apostles
And they're calling you a liar
Chorus:
And he draws upon a dream that's all
Goes over to the curtain drawn
And smiles to see a cigarette in her eyes
Her eyes

Harry winston had a brother
He retired from the stage
As they pinched apart the curtains
He put his elbow in her face
Marcus fischer was a good friend
I liked him really well
But his girlfriend laurie johnson
She was somethin' else
Chorus

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