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I'm back to nocturnal, from shielding
I somehow type most of the night.
The bed just seems hard and unyielding
and the foxes can give me a fright!
When the dawn-light glows there on the ceiling,
My energy's burned out and dim.
Then the entryphone starts with its clamour
and that's when the phone-calls begin...
I somehow type most of the night.
The bed just seems hard and unyielding
and the foxes can give me a fright!
When the dawn-light glows there on the ceiling,
My energy's burned out and dim.
Then the entryphone starts with its clamour
and that's when the phone-calls begin...