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There's an old man sat by a window Waiting for his wife to return from the car with the keys and the money There's a girl trapped in sweet conversation The type that leads to nothing but trouble And they're all washed in whites and greens, Blues and yellows. And they all dance back and forth, back and forth like mice There's a couple sat by a window, Hand in hand So still... Since the wife got bakc from the car with the money And we're all washed in whites and greens, Blues and yellows And we all dance back and forth, back and forth like mice Another five years of this and I'd go mad Treading in the same old worn out circles Another five days of this and I'd go mad Treading in the same old worn out circles From Letras Mania