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She stayed with me until She moved to Notting Hill She said it was the place she needs to be Where the cocaine is Fair Trade And frequently displayed Is the Buena Vista Social Club CD I thought she'd be back in 3 weeks And we'd go wandering the peaks Sojourning in my Uncle Joe's ashram For when you're in Matlock Bath You don't need Sylvia Plath Not while they've got Mrs Gibson's jam Letras de canciones Alas, I'm brooding alone by the runnel While she's in Capri with her swain And the light at the end of the tunnel Is the light of an oncoming train Well we both grew up in Eyam And strange as it may seem Neither of us thought we'd ever leave But the beak in Leek is weak And she's moved in so to speak With featureless TV producer Steve And now it's all Eva Cassidy and Aphids in Picardy And so I can only ascertain That the light at the end of the tunnel Is the light of an oncoming train No frills, handy for the hills, that's the way you spell New Mills! Brooding alone by the runnel While she's in Capri with her swain And the light at the end of the tunnel Is the light of an oncoming train Is the light of an oncoming train Is the light of an oncoming train Ol' time religion Gimme that ol' time religion Gimme that ol' time religion It's good enough for me From Letras Mania