(Ronnie Lane)
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I left you on the Debris
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At the Sunday morning market
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You were sorting through the odds and ends.
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You was looking for a bargain
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I heard your footsteps at the front door,
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And that old familiar love song,
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Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
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At the top of the stairs.
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I went there and back
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Just to see how far it was
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And you, you tried to tell me
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But I had to learn for myself.
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Theres more trouble at the depot,
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With the general workers union
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And you said, "They'll never change a thing.
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Well, they won't fight and their not working."
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Oh you was my hero
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How you are my good friend
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I've been there and back
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And I know how far it is
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But I left you on the Debris
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Now we both know you got no money.
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And I wonder what you would have done
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Without me hanging around.
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Debris
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