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Saint Christopher Sunday otherwise unawareThat is what she called itShe arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcaseLooking suitably world wearyAs he drove away she came toShe sat and she waited he did not telephoneHer heart was unbrokenShe could not let this be knownShe said she'd throw herself off a bridgeHe stood and laughed and she walked out againWhich was when she wrote me inTo her scheme of thingsShe said she'd throw herself off a bridgeShe said she never did and I asked her whyShe just shrugged and she sighedAnd turned her head awayShe did not saySaint Christopher Sunday otherwise uneventfulEverything never happenedTo her scheme of thingsShe said she'd throw herself off a bridgeHe stood and laughed and she never didShe telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists insteadShe beat the walls with her fistsRunning red running back again Aus Songtexte Mania