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Off a tree-lined avenue, in a coal-hole made of stone
I’ll sit there screaming, I would rather live alone
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking
Don’t come knocking at my door
Don’t come knocking, knock, feckin, knocking
Don’t come knocking, you chore
All the stars in my Apple-I
They can’t light our way, oh no
All the maps, and all the charts
All the dreams…
Dreams …won’t… leave… you…
Home…
Home…
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking
Don’t come knocking at my feckin door
Don’t come knocking, don’t come knocking
Don’t come knocking at my do'
Don’t come knocking, knock, knock, knocking
Don’t dare come knocking no more bro
I suppose things might have ben better had I bothered to listen to it first...when I have a moment later I may give that a go.
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