There's a MKII parked on the cobbles Of a Chelsea Mews, and out of the shadows Steps a figure, silver mohair bright Into the moonshine out in to the night And in the darkness, one stray moonbeam Creeps through the curtains on the unmade bed She stares at the ceiling, just an empty feeling He starts the Jaguar and drives away And no one breathes a word Cos even breathing can be heard Right through the silver screen They've made inquiries, they'll make it easy But she won't answer cos she's not really there He throws his gloves out the open window He lights a cigarette and drives away He starts the Jaguar and drives away
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