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My loveʹs been in hiding all summer
Like a brass band thatʹs taking a breather
My headʹs full of broken clocks
I was asleep when opportunity knocked
I getting right out of this kitchen
My ice-cream dreams are all melting
After a hard pillow fight
Hit the settee on a humid night
The vultures are finally gathering
Solicitorsʹ letters are threatening
Iʹm taking a stroll before dark
Reviewing my mistakes in the park
The amateur astrologer is sweating
His asthmatic chest is heaving
The juggler is juggling his debts
A night-clubber gets what she gets