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Clockwork Monkey
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House Of Rebecca
Here was the house of Rebecca Who prayed at seven every night, I know Because I did not and she always thought I must be joking
Here was her old window That silently took us inside Her mother's muffled enquiries Rumbling in the house Like some distant thunder
Here was her bedpost She hid tightly-wound comics in Here a chest from India You could squeeze and fit The both of us in Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Here was her dog always asleep on the chair Here was her box of secrets Beneath the third along the stairs Here's where she burnt her hands On the candles that her father Always kept there
Here was the house of Rebecca A car park now for the store Selling tea cakes and trinkets for tourists They can sit on the balcony and listen To the rumble of thunder in the hills Before the next bus comes
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