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I must have left my house |
At eight because I always do |
My train I'm certain left the station |
just when it was due |
I must have read the morning paper going into town |
And having gotten through the editorial |
No doubt I must have frowned |
I must have made my desk around |
a quarter after nine |
With letters to be read and heaps of papers |
waiting to be signed |
I must have gone to lunch |
at half past twelve or so |
The usual place the usual bunch |
And still on top of this |
I'm pretty sure it must have rained |
The day before you came |
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two |
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue |
I must have kept on dragging |
through the business of the day |
Without really knowing anything I hid a part of me away |
At five I must have left |
there's no exception to the rule |
A matter of routine |
I've done it ever since I finished school |
The train back home again |
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then |
Oh yes I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame |
The day before you came |
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I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so |
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go |
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV |
There's not I think a single episode of |
Dallas that I didn't see |
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten |
I need a lot of sleep and so I like to be in bed by then |
I must have read a while |
The latest one by Marilyn |
French or something in that style |
It's funny but I had no sense of living without aim |
The day before you came |
And turning out the light |
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night |
And rattling on the roof |
I must have heard the sound of rain |
The day before you came |
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