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Labelled with Love Squeeze
And shuffles about in her candlelit [B7]hovel
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she [E]sickens
The black and white TV has long seen a picture
The [E7]cross on the wall is a pe[A]rmanent fixture
The [B7]postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and [A]poo[G#m]dles [F#m]in [E]China.
[E]Drinks to remember I, m[F#m]e and myself
And [B7]winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the [E]shelf
Home is a love that I [F#m]miss very much
So the [B7]past has been bottled and [A]la[G#m]belled [F#m]with [E]love.
During the war time an American pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement,
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other,
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.
He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer,
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy,
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation,
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle.
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