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She works every morning in the greasy cafeteria,
She makes little pastries and stuffs them with cheese
The coffee burns her knuckles,
Every time she spills it
She's alone, she's bereft
When he moved to Hackney in 1990,
He bought in little trinkets but she turned him down
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone
She wrote clumsy poetry,
She let him read it
He told her it was perfect,
But she scrunched her nose
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone
All the ambition that they'd been storing up was flushed down the lavatory,
She didn't love him but she knew he was what she needed.
He started wishing it, she started dreading it,
She burnt her party clothes
Now there's nowhere to go since she burnt those party clothes.
She said she didn't need him,
He didn't believe it
He moved to the country,
And started sleeping around.
She can't sleep no more,
She can't sleep no more,
Since he's gone