Tom: F
Introdução:
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On the bleakest day autumn could muster
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In a church to which they'll not return
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I thought back to a time when I could trust her
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To a time when there wasn't John Byrne.
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And in a cruel twist of fate which so often
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Occurs in tales such as this
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I found myself catering reception
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And there were urges I had to resist.
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Not least 'cos John Byrne is much fitter
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And the straightener to him holds no fears
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So if the chocolate in the fountain tastes bitter
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It's because it's been laced with my tears.
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Celebrations were well underway when
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Her father prayed silence and spoke
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He said "It's not like I'm losing a daughter as..."
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(Violently starting to choke).
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And in a gesture which said "I'm fast fading
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Could somebody dial 999?"
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He valiantly toasted my capers
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With a glass of what he thought was wine.
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It was gone half past ten before folk cottoned on
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By which time I'd landed in Wick.
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So if what's in the fondue's to die for
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It's got nothing to do with the cheese
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And if what's in the punchbowl seems lethal
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It's because it's two-thirds anti-freeze.