That token drag on your cigarette,that well-known face in the fire,it could be someone you can't forget,someone you've learnt to admire.And it's strangehow the feeling goes;all change -down the river Ophelia goes.You're treading water, the price is steep,you say you'll cope with it all;you've made some promises you can't keep,you throw yourself against the wall,you throw yourself against the wall.And it's strange...You heard a noise in the firegrate,you look to see who goes there -it's just the stranger, he's come too lateand even he's unpreparedto find the cupboard so bareAnd it's strange...down the river Ophelia goes.

 

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