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Well, old post cards are romantic when they're intact |
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And old postcards are romantically full of fact. |
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And the ones you have to watch |
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Are the ones that keep coming back. |
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And you came back; yes you came back. |
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Well old cards sit on old cards. |
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And the streets have changed, |
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But I think I'm still the same. |
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And it's not what I want to hear, what I want to see |
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But your skin's covered in postcards from you to me, to me. |
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When you see me sit by myself, |
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You'll think that I'm waiting for someone else. |
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But I'm wishing for somewhere else, I'm wishing for somewhere else. |
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When you see me sit by myself, |
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You'll think that I'm waiting for someone else. |
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But I'm wishing for somewhere else, I'm wishing for somewhere else. |
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Two postcards in a month or so, |
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Well I don't know, I just don't know. |
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Two postcards in a month or so, |
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Well I don't know, I just don't know. |
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And it's not what I want to hear, what I want to see |
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but your skin's covered in postcards from you to me, to me, |
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To me, to me, to me, to me |