I just need a line
To get me started
Say something sweet
I’m feeling down market
There are days like this
Where I’m a lost soul
I need some sort of bliss
Someone to hold
You could be the one
To put the shine in my sun
Be the spark to make my motor run
The bullets for my gun
Yes you could be the one
London town in December
Is dull and dark and cold as ice
I’ve been down since September
When you left not once but twice
I thought you’d come back to try again
You only wanted your record deck
You said we would always remain friends
Now this is where our friendship ends
And I’m sitting here
In our favourite chair
All I can remember
Is you used to sing a little prayer to me
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