| You give yourself to strangers
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| There’s little left for those you love
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| Postcards express from every corner of the world
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| They just don’t express enough
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| You lose yourself to players
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| You stake your sanity for fun
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| But years from now when they come and find you to collect
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| You’ll be lonely on the run
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| There’ll be no scene at the airport
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| No-one begging you to stay
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| And all the people you care for
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| You will have pushed them all away
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| So before you leave tonight I need to say
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| That I love you more than words could ever say
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| I miss you every minute of the day
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| When you’re away
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| I spend my hours waiting
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| There’s little else for me to do
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| Someday a lonely soul will stop outside my window
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| And who knows it might be you
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| There’ll be no scene at the airport
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| No-one praying you won’t go
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| And all the people we care for
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| Move on if we don’t let them know
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| So I have to tell you now before you go
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| That I love you more than words could ever say
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| And I miss you every minute of the day
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| When you’re away
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| When you’re away
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| You’re so far away
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| So far away
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| I love you more than words could ever say
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| I miss you every second of the day
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| When you’re away… |