Answers on a Postcard Songtext
von Gilbert O’Sullivan

I′m lost and all alone, what do I do?
The girl that I'm in love with says we′re through
How can I just let her go
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It seems while I've been doing this and that
She's been carrying all behind my back
Why was I the last to know?
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And I don′t know what rights if any I have
When it comes to little old me
You can be held for days without even being charged
They call it democracy


I never thought of this happening to us
It happens all the time, of course it does
Devil did he play a role
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Hmm

And I don′t know what rights if any I have
When it comes to, comes to seeing
Everything you've worked so hard for all your life
Been smashed to smithereens

I′m lost and like a fool, I found my way
Deep inside this dark secluded bay
How'd I get here? I don′t know
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How'd I get here? I don′t know
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