A lone tree stood alone in it's field, two men met under it's branches,
They talked they smoked, spoke about old days,
They laughed but threw suspicious glances,
The precedent's unknown,
I don't want to sleep alone.
I can't find a reason,
I can't find no rhyme,
To live alone in the season,
The sordid mantle mine.
I was one of those of men,
The other had turned both against us,
I've known him for years and years and years,
But now he fought against us in crisis.
The precedent's unknown,
I don't want to sleep alone.
The meeting over I fled,
Back to my girl and my waiting wife,
We reflected, we refracted,
We spoke of our civilised lives.
With reluctance, smoked relaxants,
And off to her marital bed,
I'm quite sure I've never seen,
A mattress so tainted and corrupted,
The precedent's unknown,
I don't want to sleep alone.
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