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Saint Christopher Sunday, otherwise unaware
That is what she called it That is what she called it
She arrived was observed She arrived was observed
With her clothes in his suitcase With her clothes in his suitcase
Looking suitably world weary Looking suitably world weary
As he drove away she came to stay As he drove away she came to stay
She sat and she waited She sat and she waited
He did not telephone He did not telephone
Her heart was unbroken Her heart was unbroken
But she could not let this be known But she could not let this be known

She said she'd throw herself off a bridge She said she'd throw herself off a bridge
He stood and laughed and she walked out again He stood and she laughed and walked out again
Which was when she wrote me in Which was when she wrote me
To her scheme of things To her scheme of things
She said she'd throw herself off a bridge She said she'd throw herself off a bridge
She said, she said, she never did She said, she said, she never did

And I asked her why she just shrugged and she sighed And I asked her why she just shrugged and she sighed
And turned her head away And turned her head away
She did not say She did not say
Saint Christopher Sunday, otherwise uneventful Saint Christopher Sunday, otherwise uneventful
Everything never happened to her scheme of things Everything never happened to her scheme of things

She said she'd throw herself off a bridge She said she'd throw herself off a bridge
He stood and laughed and she never did He stood and laughed and she never did
She telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists She telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists
Instead she beat the walls with her fists Instead she beat the walls with her fists
Running red, running back, again Running red, running back, again
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