Labelled With Love

She unscrews the top of her new whisky bottle
 And shuffles about in her candlelit 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 TV has long seen a picture
 The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
 The postman delivers the final reminders
 She sells off the silver and poodles in China
 
 
 Drinks to remember I, me and myself
 And 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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 Durin' 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, drunk himself dizzy
 Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty
 
 Drinks to remember I, me and myself
 And 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 reservation
 On moth-eaten armchairs, she'd say that she'd sod-all
 The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle
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 Drinks to remember I, me and myself
 And 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
 The past has been bottled and labelled with love
 The past has been bottled and labelled with love