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Lunchtime |
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Friday, leave work early |
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Rushing through the suburbs to the station to catch the train |
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Heading up to town to |
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Dave's to get my glad rags on |
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Because lately |
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I've been running down, little things catching up |
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Excuses stretched thin and it's hard not giving up |
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Tonight we're going to get it right, we're going to have us a good one |
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And the roll call is missing a name |
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Since you left things haven't been the same |
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But I don't blame you, there was nothing here to make you stay |
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But I remember the way that you'd light up a room when you walk in, |
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The way that you'd lead a crowd when you sing |
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Jamie, this one is for you. |
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Pre-club beers at |
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Dan's before we hit the road |
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Nicely warmed up, pleasantly half-loaded |
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Ready for a night on fire, we're going to get out the big guns |
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And I run down the numbers, scan through the faces |
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Run through the plans, scout out the places |
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I'm electrified, surrounded, but still missing something or someone |
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I'm wide awake in the cityscape |
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You did your time out on the road |
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One day you stayed away for good |
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You found a home down by the shore |
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A place to hang your hat and more |
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You sent me postcards to tell me of |
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Slowing down and finding love |
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The thrill has gone from the city life |
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I'm not far behind |
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So you can strike my name from the roll call, |
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When night falls |
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I'm leaving |
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There is nothing here to make me stay |
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When I get to the coast |
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I will send back a postcard |
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To tell all my old friends all about my new start |
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Jamie I will see you soon. |