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Squeeze

Genres: Rock

Labelled With Love Lyrics - Squeeze

She unscrews the top of her new whisky bottle 

And shuffles around in her candle-lit hovel 

Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens 

She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens 

The black and white T.V. has long seen a picture 

The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture 

The postman delivers the final reminders 

She sells of the silver and poodles in china 

 

Drinks to remember I, me and myself 

Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf 

Home is a love that I miss very much 

So the past has been bottled and labelled with love 

 

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During the wartime an American pilot 

Made every air-raid a time of excitement 

She moved to his prairie and married the Texan 

She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson 

He became drinker and she became mother 

She knew that one day she'd be one or the other 

He ate himself older and drank himself dizzy 

Proud of her features she kept herself pretty 

 

Drinks to remember I, me and myself 

Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf 

Home is a love that I miss very much 

So the past has been bottled and labelled with love 

 

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He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber 

Out on the porch in the middle of summer 

She crossed the ocean back home to her family 

But they had retired to roads that were sandy 

She moved home alone without friends or relations 

Lived in a world full of age reservations 

On moth-eaten armchairs, she'd say that she'd sod-all 

The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle 

 

Drinks to remember I, me and myself 

Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf 

Home is a love that I miss very much 

So the past has been bottled and labelled with love 

 

Drinks to remember I, me and myself 

Winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf 

Home is a love that I miss very much 

So the past has been bottled and labelled with love 

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