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Eleven o'clock on a motorway it wasn't very nicestill raining, spied a man he looks awayI never liked him much no conversationskills went on a quiz show onceand nearly won, encyclopaedicSunday drive to birthday lunchhad an argument, they're car sickoh, shiver on to your own front doorso much to get back forclumsy, clumsy aren't we, dressed in paper andfearscan't pay attention when you've got glue earsseven o'clock on a motorway, she isn't going outshe's onlyvisiting dad who was locked awaynow he just recites lines from movieskid in the back is eating flieswish his mother didn't dress him funnyshe still sighs still dots her eyeswith little hearts she worries