two, three, four
I left you on the debris
at the Sunday morning market
you were sorting through the odds and ends
you was looking for a bargin
I heard your footsteps at the front door
and that old familiar love song
'cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
at the top of the stairs
I wouldn't of went back
just to see how far it was
and you looked shocked to tell me
but I had to love her myself
there's more trouble at the depot
with the general workers union
and they said they'll never change a thing
well, they won't fight and their not working
oh you was my hero
hell you are my good friend
I've been there and back
and I know how far it is
but I left you on the Debris
now we both know you got no money
and I wonder what you would have done
without me hanging around
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