Someone's knocking in the distance But I'm deaf and blind She's not expected home this evening So I leave the world behind For the vanishing girl The vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world So burn my letters and you'd better leave Just one pint a day The whole street's talking about my White shirts looking so grey People gossip on the doorstep Think they know the score She's giving him the runaround The man from number four Has a vanishing girl A vanishing girl Yes she'd give you a twirl But she vanishes from my world Yes the paint is peeling and my Garden is overgrown I got no enthusiasm to even answer the phone When she's here it makes up for the time she's Not and it's all forgotten But when she goes I'm putting on the pose for The vanishing girl
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