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Armchair Theatre Lyrics

This house is full of loneliness
Of sad weary silence
I switch on the television
For some company
Two actors
A man and a Woman
Give exaggerated little moans
As they simulate
A so called stimulating f***
For my entertainment
Beneath the endless groans
It's not real
It's pretend
Just like we pretended
that last time
To make you
Night is the most
difficult part off all
I don't need this (3x)
This vile, crude reminder
Of how we play out our roles
Without any script at all
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Hopeless Cases (1987)
Poem Without Words I: The Third Meeting Homecoming Up Cane Hill This Be the Verse Now Hope Road Armchair Theatre Leaving Poem Without Words II: Journey by Night