| You told me you were leaving
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| With a note pinned to my bookcase
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| You said you could not bring yourself
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| To tell me to my face
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| Too many cold summers have passed
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| Since we were last in love
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| And i’ve laboured too long in the rain for too little
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| You need more now than i can give
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| More than i can show for the time i’ve spent
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| With my brothers-in-arms but trouble and pain
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| You said you left your share of the rent
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| Between victor hugo and maynard keynes
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| I just miss you
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| There’s nothing left round here
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| And i just miss you
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| Times are hard for young lovers
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| And i just miss you
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| You told me not to try and find you
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| If i ever cared about you
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| If i could, i’d remind you
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| Of the fine times i will have without you
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| I’d love to say you’ve been a fool
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| But i don’t know that i could say it and mean it
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| The truth is you’re a saint to have seen it this far
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| Just sitting, staring at the walls with me
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| I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow
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| Maybe at the bottom of the river
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| The state that i’m in, no mortal sin
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| Could hold me here now
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| Now the union’s set a course for sorrow
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| Maybe i’ll paint pictures of my father
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| You know i had to make a stand
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| If that old beast had to die
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| Did they have to stab it with that glint in their eye?
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| Did they have to look so bloody happy?
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| I just miss you
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| There’s nothing left round here
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| And i just miss you
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| Times are hard for young lovers
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| And i just miss you |