| Good Friday and I’m miles away
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| And missing you already
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| From a backyard in Balmain
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| To the post office and back again
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| I bought a postcard
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| I’m getting close
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| But I haven’t got around to it yet
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| I know I said I’d write
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| And maybe I might
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| You know I’m thinking of you
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| In the bookstore, in the laundromat
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| Guess how much I love you
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| Much more, more than that
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| More than that
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| Better Saturday
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| It’s been that way since I spoke to you this morning
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| From a pay-phone in a pub
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| Here’s the rock’n’roll and there’s the rub
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| And when I spoke to you
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| You said ‘I'll see you soon'
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| But I won’t see you for ages
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| And your voice sounded so small
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| The loneliness of the long distance phone call
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| You know I’m thinking of you
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| In the bookstore, in the laundromat
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| Guess how much I love you
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| Much more, more than that
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| Guess how much I love you
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| More than that
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| Here’s me
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| Here’s you
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| Draw a line between the two
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| This is cartography for beginners
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| On a map the gap’s three fingers
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| But it’s more than that
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| It’s more than that |