| I see your shadow on the street now
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| I hear you push through the rusty gate
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| Click of your heels on the concrete
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| Waiting for a knock coming way too late
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| It seems an age since I’ve seen you
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| Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
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| So you come in and put your bags down
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| I know there’s something in the air
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| How can I do this to you right now
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| If you’re over there when I need you here
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| My happiness is slowly creeping back
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| Now you’re at home
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| If it ever starts sinking in
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| It must be when you pack up and go
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| It seems an age since I’ve seen you
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| Countdown as the weeks trickle into days
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| I hope that time hasn’t changed you
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| All I really want is for you to stay
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| So you come in and put your bags down
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| I know there’s something in the air
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| How can I do this to you right now
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| You’re over there when I need you here
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| My happiness is slowly creeping back
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| Now you’re at home
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| If it ever starts sinking in
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| It must be when you pack up and go
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| I know, I know, I know what is inside
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| I know, I know, I know what is inside
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| I know, I know, I know what is inside
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| I know, I know, I know what is inside
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| You’re over there when I need you here
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| My happiness is slowly creeping back
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| Now you’re at home
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| If it ever starts sinking in
|
| It must be when you pack up and go
|
| My happiness is slowly creeping back
|
| Now you’re at home
|
| If it ever starts sinking in
|
| It must be when you pack up and go
|
| I know, I know, I know what is inside
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| I know, I know, I know what is inside
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| I know, I know, I know what is inside
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| I know, I know, I know what is inside |