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Ray Davies Other People S Lives

while it's dark you can shelter here In the bleak midwinter when you're feeling the fear Ah, but when the mist clears, the sun will shine again A life's

All she wrote was a goodbye letter "It's over for us, to tell you the truth I've met this person in a disco He's really special, reminds me of you? "

breakfast? Yes there is, after breakfast So don't live in agony Is there life after breakfast? Yes there is, after breakfast Cheer up son, put on the kettle There's

was still by his side She would always cook dinner on Thanksgiving Day It's all over, it's all over, it's all over the American way But sometimes the

those tell tale signs I didn't mean to follow you But I suspected you were meeting somebody I was playing detective Thought you were fooling around, now it's

stop the truth, to tell your lies Betray your friends and get the prize The dagger's in, now twist the knife The gutter's full of other people's lives

stop the truth, so tell your lies Betray your friends and get the prize The dagger's in, now twist the knife The gutter's full of other people's lives

(Ray Davies) I just had a really bad fall And this time it was harder to get up than before I shouted to the heavens and a vision appeared I cried out

(Ray Davies) You caught me with my pants down But I was only taking a shower Still you looked for the evidence Like the smell of perfume, or lipstick