Folding clothes in separate piles
Across our bed and on the side
We say goodbye and then she sighs
And falls asleep while we wait for her ride
She left her clarinet and poem
Not that she'll need it where she's gone
Cus she'll go and then she'll come
With just the necessary ones
Take the wardrobe, leave the trees
Beanbag stays and the books will leave
The telephone won't replicate
She wakes up early, I wake up late
She left her clarinet and poem
Not that she'll need it where she's gone
Cus she'll go and then she'll come
With just the necessary ones
Need to say despite the favours
Our grass is longer than our neighbours'
And the weeks are slowing, you're away
And I watch too much TV today
She left her clarinet and poem
Not that she'll need it where she's gone
Cus she'll go and then she'll come
With just the necessary ones
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