| Two postcards of Scarborough just to keep in my mind
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| To hide away up there and help me remind
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| Myself of time past and time passing
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| I went down to the harbor just to catch a bite to eat
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| Boats along the quay and seagulls round my feet reminds me
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| Of when we were here together
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| And the food was so tasteless, the wine was so stale
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| I looked in the mirror and my face was so pale
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| So different from when we were here together
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| And I took a walk up to Paradise just like we did before
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| But it doesn’t seem like Paradise to me anymore
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| Not since we were there together
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| And I sleep in the same room, the walls are so white
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| But there’s nothing to warm me in the cool of the night
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| Not like when we were here together
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| And the food was so tasteless, the wine was so stale
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| I looked in the mirror and my face was so pale
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| So different from when we were here together
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| But I’ve got postcards of Scarborough just to keep in my mind
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| To hide away up there and help me remind
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| Myself of time past and time passing
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| Myself of time past and time passing
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| Time past and time passing
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| Time passing
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| Passing |