Pour the petrol can, around this caravan
And watch the flames take all you own.
There's a girl you understands
By the back of her two hands
She's all you need to know...

Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
There's braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind!

And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow
Your footprints track you through the grass...
And you ache just to smell her clothes
And her cooking down on the stove
You see her face in everyone you pass...


And you walk down to her window
Press your face against the glass
Only to find that she is happy in his arms!

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