| Well, old post cards are romantic when they’re intact
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| And old postcards are romantically full of fact
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| And the ones you have to watch
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| Are the ones that keep coming back
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| And you came back; |
| yes you came back
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| Well old cards sit on old cards
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| And the streets have changed
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| But I think I’m still the same
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| And it’s not what I want to hear, what I want to see
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| But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me, to me
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| When you see me sit by myself
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| You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else
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| But I’m wishing for somewhere else, I’m wishing for somewhere else
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| When you see me sit by myself
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| You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else
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| But I’m wishing for somewhere else, I’m wishing for somewhere else
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| Two postcards in a month or so
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| Well I don’t know, I just don’t know
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| Two postcards in a month or so
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| Well I don’t know, I just don’t know
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| And it’s not what I want to hear, what I want to see
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| But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me, to me
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| To me, to me, to me, to me |