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10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip
light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...
Waiting
For
the telephone to ring
And I'm wondering
Where she's been
And I'm crying for yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip
drip drip drip drip drip drip...
It's always the same...
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