| There’s nothing left to do and nothing left to say
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| All you can do is dream of a life lived far away
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| Cause there’s nothing left here but what’s the point in leaving
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| You looked me in the eye and said boy I’m going away
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| Took a plane to Cambridge one sunny day in May
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| But if nobody’s to go then what’s the point in leaving
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| It’s not about me or you, or the things we used to do like watching movies in
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| the dark
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| There’s things I’d like to say to you when you’re back in Liverpool
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| You wouldn’t leave a girl with a broken heart, leave your life til' you fall
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| apart
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| New beginning and a brand new start, walking round trying to look the part
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| But nobody was looking was there a point in leaving?
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| Spending all your money in your washed out clothes
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| In the toilets with your A class drugs
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| Cheaper tales with your cigarette stubs
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| Now you want to come back for good
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| But nobody was looking was there a point in leaving?
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| It’s not about me or you, or the things you used to do like watching movies in
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| the dark
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| Nor the places that’d we’d meet or the scuffles in the sheets that made it hard
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| to be apart
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| There’s things I’d like to say to you when you’re back in Liverpool
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| There’s nothing left to do and nothing left to say
|
| All you can do is dream of a life lived far away
|
| Cause there’s nothing left here but what’s the point in leaving
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| It’s not about me or you, or the things you used to do like watching movies in
|
| the dark
|
| Nor the places that’d we’d meet or the scuffles in the sheets that made it hard
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| to be apart
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| There’s things I’d like to say to you when you’re back in Liverpool
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| There’s things I’d like to say to you when you’re back in Liverpool |