| You sent greetings from Liverpool
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| And I took the next train
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| Passed by people putting flowers on graves and
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| We got delayed
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| When I arrived you had vanished like steam
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| And left me in a diesel day
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| So I walked around and spent ten pounds
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| In amusement arcades
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| Felt like I was in a field
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| Looking for a pin
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| It’s a kind of loneliness
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| It’s a kind of emptiness
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| But I’m not trying I’m just rehearsing
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| For the perfect day
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| When I want you, I’ll come looking for you
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| When I want you, I’ll come looking for you
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| Yes I will, yes I will, yes I will
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| Yes I will, yes I will
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| I took a spoon to the swimming pool
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| To drain your trace away
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| And I changed my name so only my looks remain
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| And if looks could kill I’d need a license for my face
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| 'Cos where his fists put bruises
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| A scheming smile now takes their place
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| Felt like I was in a field
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| Looking for a pin
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| It’s a kind of loneliness
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| It’s a kind of emptiness
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| But I’m not trying I’m just rehearsing
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| For the perfect day
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| When I want you, I’ll come looking for you
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| When I want you, I’ll come looking for you
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| Yes I will, yes I will, yes I will
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| Yes I will, yes I will
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| Yes I will
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| When I want you, I’ll come looking for you
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| When I want you, I’ll come looking
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| Yes I will, yes I will, yes I will
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| Yes I will, yes I will, yes I will
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| Yes I will |