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Chloe, I know this isn't possible |
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I've been checking my cards |
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I've been shouting out at calendars and dates |
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I know this isn't possible |
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I've been wasting your time |
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I've been marking hours and marking hours as mine |
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So London might as well be Glasgow |
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Might as well be Tokyo |
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Or any place we're almost leaving |
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Chloe, I know this isn't possible |
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Spent the week borrowing phones |
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Squeezing in your number like: |
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0...7...Fuck it, I'll call tomorrow |
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All we have is miles and wires |
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And all I am is calls tomorrow |
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So London might as well be Glasgow |
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Might as well be Tokyo |
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Or any place we're almost leaving |
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Pick me a song |
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(Pick me a song) |
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Cover up this awkward pause with silence broken and strings |
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And if I'm wrong play it as parting shots of vodka, embrace |
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All Ennisdale charm and hearts aloft but |
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Fireworks went, but never went off |
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I've been losing sleep |
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Message read |
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Shiver in a single bed |
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Doo doo doo doo doo |
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So London might as well be Glasgow |
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Might as well be Tokyo |
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Or any place we're almost leaving |
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Pick me a song |
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(Pick me a song) |
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Cover up this awkward pause with silence broken and strings |
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And if I'm wrong play it as parting shots of vodka, embrace |
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All Ennisdale charm and hearts aloft but |
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Fireworks went, but never went off |
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I've been losing track |
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Writing back |
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Shiver in a sleeping bag |
