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The Paper Raincoat - It All Depends

Monday night, casserole; throw it in; he’s almost home.
TV’s on; Price is Right; cruise for two — seven nights.
If that lady were me, I’d kiss Bob on the cheek and take him
but as we dance on the bow, timer rings — pull it out;
now it’s done, now it’s done; it’s all done.

It all depends on whether we are watching it dissolve or fade in and begin.

Wrap it up, soak the dish; spot the wine in the fridge
’91 chardonnay, broken cork — lost its taste.
It was supposed to mature; it was supposed to get better with age.
Pull it out, get a glass; check the clock — quarter-past
now it’s late, now it’s late, it’s so late.

It all depends on whether we are watching it dissolve or fade in and begin.
It all depends on whether we are watching it dissolve or fade in and begin.

TV’s on, game is tied, second chance, overtime
she looks up, he walks in; she pours a glass and one for him.

It all depends on whether we are watching it dissolve or fade in and begin.

These lyrics are by The Paper Raincoat, from It All Depends. Posted at 7:35am on 26 February 2010.
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