| I remember the day — the day when I had to take you to the airport
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| And put you on a plane, and so you left me.
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| Left me alone on an empty tube train, deep under the ground,
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| While you were bathed in sunlight, high above the clouds.
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| I needed you here to be my sunshine in London town.
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| California’s had more than its fair share.
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| You left me to these small skies, and to rain-soaked concrete,
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| To Morrissey and Robert Smith and complicated streets I know,
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| On which you lost your patience and your way,
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| The way you always did on steel grey rainy days.
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| I needed you here to be my sunshine in London town.
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| California’s had more than its fair share
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| Of beating summer sun and shining seas,
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| But it doesn’t have a shred of honesty.
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| I know the truth — yeah, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell were Canadians.
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| I guess that makes sense — they had their fill and then they moved away again.
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| You’re not alone, we all sometimes use words that we don’t understand.
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| Your «love"was only just skin deep and in the end it gave me cancer. |
| You might have been my sunshine, but I’d rather have a rainy day.
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| California gets just what it deserves. |