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I must have left my house at eight, because Ialways do My train, I'm certain, left the station just whenit was due I must have read the morning paper going into townAnd having gotten through the editorial, no doubtI must have frowned I must have made my desk around a quarter afternine With letters to be read, and heaps of paperswaiting to be signed I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve orso The usual place, the usual bunch And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it musthave rained The day before you came I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half pasttwo And at the time I never even noticed I was blue I must have kept on dragging through the businessof the day Without really knowing anything, I hid a part ofme away At five I must have left, there's no exception tothe rule A matter of routine, I've done it ever since Ifinished school The train back home again Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paperthen Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usualframe The day before you came I must have opened my front door at eight o'clockor so And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese foodto go I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallasthat I didn't see I must have gone to bed around a quarter after tenI need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bedby then I must have read a while The latest one by Marilyn French or something inthat style It's funny, but I had no sense of living withoutaim The day before you came And turning out the light I must have yawned andcuddled up for yet another night And rattling on the roof I must have heard thesound of rain The day before you came